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Hundred K Haze
- **Hundred K Haze**
- Intro (whispered)
- Count the nights with me, count the ghosts with me.
- Verse 1
- Money stacking on the dresser, still I feel the cold,
- Hundred K a week, pockets full but soul sold.
- They call my phone like vultures, smiling like they love me,
- But every laugh's a ledger, every hug's a thievery.
- Mama said remain gentle, city taught me stone,
- I learned to build a fortress from the pieces of my phone.
- Friends turn to bylines, lovers turn to lines,
- I trace my name in condensation, watching time unwind.
- Pre Chorus (soft)
- All these lights, no heaven, only staircases to doubt,
- All this shine, no comfort —do the demons cash it out?
- Chorus (melodic, raw)
- I make a hundred K a week, still can't buy sleep,
- Count it in my sleep, count it in my grief.
- All this paper on my chest, but I still feel weak,
- Hundred K a week, hundred nights I can't keep.
- Verse 2 (aggressive)
- Black tinted windows, moving through the fog,
- Smile for the camera, bite the tongue like a dog.
- They want my laughter, want my pain for their show,
- I sell my silence cheap just to watch the dough grow.
- Loyalty’s a currency I’m learning how to spend,
- Trust is counterfeit in a room of pretend.
- I light another candle for the kid I left behind,
- He used to dream in colors, now his bones are lined in rhymes.
- Pre Chorus (echo)
- All these lights, no heaven, only staircases to doubt,
- All this shine, no comfort —do the demons cash it out?
- Chorus (melodic, louder)
- I make a hundred K a week, still can't buy sleep,
- Count it in my sleep, count it in my grief.
- All this paper on my chest, but I still feel weak,
- Hundred K a week, hundred nights I can't keep.
- Bridge (half sung, half spoken)
- I taste the metal in the air —new watch, same scar,
- Diamonds flash like constellations on a broken heart.
- If love is real it ain't for sale, can't be swiped or re tweeted,
- Money prints my silhouette, but it don’t make me completed.
- Verse 3 (quiet, intimate)
- Sometimes I take it off, all the gold and the weight,
- Stand in my empty kitchen, wonder what I saved.
- A letter from a stranger say my music changed his pain,
- That paper folded cures me more than any chain.
- So keep the cars, the showcases, and the billboard lies,
- I'll trade it for a morning where the hurt finally dies.
- Final Chorus (soft then rising)
- I make a hundred K a week, still can't buy sleep,
- Count it in my sleep, count it in my grief.
- All this paper on my chest, but I still feel weak,
- Hundred K a week, but I'm learning how to keep —
- Keep the quiet, keep the truth, keep the kid inside that believed.
- Outro (fading)
- Hundred K haze, but I want clear skies.
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