Plans in my pocket
A pulsing house rhythm underpins the track, layered with lush pads and swirling ambient sound effects. Distorted synths and ghostly, witch house-inspired atmospheres intensify the mood. Live cello lines snake through, delivering haunting, expressive phrases and deepening the spectral vibe. [ZaeX style @haze7]
Plans in my pocket
A pulsing house rhythm underpins the track, layered with lush pads and swirling ambient sound effects. Distorted synths and ghostly, witch house-inspired atmospheres intensify the mood. Live cello lines snake through, delivering haunting, expressive phrases and deepening the spectral vibe. [ZaeX style @haze7]
Lyrics
Verse
Plans in my pocket, ticking like a time bomb,
Whispers in the air, louder than a car alarm.
Shadows in the corner, moving like a chess pawn,
But I’m the king, crown shining when the night’s on.
Gas mask dreams, can’t breathe in the smog,
Streetlights flicker, cut the night like a saw.
Rapid fire moves, no brakes, no pause,
Life's a roulette, spinning without cause.
Chorus
Rapid plan, KAZEK storm through the city,
Mind on fire, ain't nothing here pretty.
Rapid plan, stacking moves so gritty,
You can’t stop the grind, can’t crush this committee.
Verse 2
Plot thick like syrup, dripping off the page,
Future’s a beast, breaking out of its cage.
Blueprints drawn with the ink of rage,
But the pen don’t stutter, it defines my stage.
Windows down, wind cuts like a knife,
Adrenaline pumping, I'm alive in the strife.
Lines blurred fast, can't tell wrong from right,
But the hustle stays sharp, slicing through the night.
Chorus
Rapid plan, KAZEK storm through the city,
Mind on fire, ain't nothing here pretty.
Rapid plan, stacking moves so gritty,
You can’t stop the grind, can’t crush this committee.