[Intro] (Distorted radio static, heavy vinyl crackle, lighter flick) Yeah... 3 AM on the clock... Smoke in the room, mind on the grind... Yeah, look... [Hook] (Fast, rhythmic Memphis flow – heavy emphasis on the rhymes) Midnight smoke, eyes low, rolling up the tight leaf, Books on the desk, but I'm grinding in the deep night. Cowbell ringing, 83 on the beat, Stacking up my vision while the city goes to sleep. Ghost in the room, yeah, the bass hit heavy, Mind on the paper and my hands stay steady. [Verse 1] (Monotone, dark, hypnotic delivery) Clock strikes three, static on the screen, Inhale the vapor, floating in a dream. No time for rest, gotta make a play, Chasing down tomorrow while I bury yesterday. Phonk in my ears, shadows on the wall, Looking at the pages, yeah, I'm gonna take it all. Sub-bass rattling, shaking up the floor, Locked in the zone, close the bedroom door. [Hook] (Rhythmic Memphis flow – high energy bounce) Midnight smoke, eyes low, rolling up the tight leaf, Books on the desk, but I'm grinding in the deep night. Cowbell ringing, 83 on the beat, Stacking up my vision while the city goes to sleep. [Verse 2] (Double-time flow vibe, punchy and aggressive) Ashes on the desk, moving through the cold zone, No interruptions, put the power on the cell phone. Ink on the paper like a bloodstain dripping, Mind is expanding while the world is slipping. Underground king in a bedroom kingdom, Chasing after knowledge and I'm chasing after wisdom. Staring at the ceiling but my eyes don't blink, Deep in the dungeon, I don't stop to think. Got the blueprint ready, got the target in sight, We matching the darkness, we ruling the night. [Bridge] (Beat drops out, only dusty vinyl crackle and distant echo) Keep the smoke high. Keep the focus tight. 3 AM grind... we alive in the night. [Verse 3] (Slow, heavy, rhythmic delivery – ultimate grind mode) Four AM approaching but the pressure don't stop, Working in the shadows till we make it to the top. Neon lights humming, heater buzzing in the back, Keeping up the pace on the lo-fi track. Memphis in my soul, heavy grit in my bones, Speaking to the mic in these low-key tones. Stacking up the pages, stacking up the green, Coldest definition of a ghost machine. [Hook] (Full beat explosion, maximum cowbell volume) Midnight smoke, eyes low, rolling up the tight leaf, Books on the desk, but I'm grinding in the deep night. Cowbell ringing, 83 on the beat, Stacking up my vision while the city goes to sleep. Ghost in the room, yeah, the bass hit heavy, Mind on the paper and my hands stay steady. [Outro] (Music begins to slow down and fade into heavy reverb, chopped & screwed style) Yeah... just another page. Just another cloud. 3 AM grind... Fade into the dark... (Static fades out)
