Off the Couch

[Verse 1]
Alarm still ringin'
I hit snooze twice
Group chat pingin'
"Yo, you livin' life?"
Crumbs on the counter
Rent due Monday
I’m scrollin’ through a stranger
Buyin’ jets on a Sunday
Same sweatpants
Same old doubt
Mom on my phone like
"Baby, map a route"
Fridge light on
But the shelf look bare
So I write one bar
Turn it into a prayer
[Chorus]
I came up off the couch
Turned my doubts into a sound (yeah)
Had my back to the wall
Now the whole room spin around (spin around)
If they ask where I’m from
Say the side they count out
I was quiet in the crowd
Now they chant my name loud (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Late bus home
Face in the glass
Whole day heavy
But it still flew past
Boss talk big
About "team" and "grind"
Never said thank you
Never read my mind
So I stash my rage
In a cheap notebook
Turn pain to a page
Gave the hurt that hook
Every missed call
Every tight bank account
Got me steppin’ to the mic
With a whole new amount
[Chorus]
I came up off the couch
Turned my doubts into a sound (oh yeah)
Had my back to the wall
Now the whole room spin around (spin around)
If they ask where I’m from
Say the side they count out
I was quiet in the crowd
Now they chant my name loud (loud, loud)

rap, Boom-bap bounce over warm chopped samples, swung drums and deep bass. Male vocals in a confident pocket; verses tight and punchy with slight grit. Hook widens with stacked gang vocals and a simple chant. Occasional vinyl crackle and quick DJ cuts to keep it raw and energetic.