Studio Walls Still Talk

Red light on

Clock in, no clock out

Run takes ‘til my lungs burn

Still sharp, never drop vowels

Engineer like “breathe, bro”

I’m like “leave it, keep that cough”

That’s the sound of every late night

Every time I shook the dust off

Whole squad in the hallway

Phone flash turn to stage glow

Couch kings yelling ad-libs

Like we all one track from payroll (yeah)

In the studio

Fast life, talk slow

Whole world on hold

While I chase this flow (woah)

In the studio

Four walls, one goal

Turn pain into gold

‘Til the speakers blow

Mic stand lean like I do

Neck stiff from the last run

Breath warm on the pop filter

Heart race with the bass thump

Label call on the lock screen

I let it ring, let the verse bleed

‘Cause every bar’s like a confession

Only place that I feel free (feel free)

Mama text “boy, you eat yet?”

I send hearts, then I punch in

If this track hit like I feel it

Then that stress get a backspin

In the studio

Fast life, talk slow

Whole world on hold

While I chase this flow (yeah)

In the studio

Four walls, one goal

Turn pain into gold

‘Til the speakers blow (blow)