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演唱：六平米

Yo, the clock ticks fast at 120 BPM,

My thoughts race, like a supersonic jet stream.

In the concrete jungle, I'm chasing a dream,

Every step's a battle, but I won't scream.

Early mornings, I'm up before the sun,

Grinding hard, 'cause the hustle's never done.

Got debts to pay, got goals to slay,

With rhymes as my sword, I'm carving my way.

Out on the streets, the neon lights blind,

But I see through the chaos, what's on my mind.

Met a girl last night, her eyes were like fire,

For a moment, I forgot my world was on wire.

But reality hit, like a cold winter's frost,

I gotta focus, can't let my dreams be lost.

Back to the booth, where my passion's uncorked,

Spitting bars, making sure I'm not just a talk.