Shelby | The Gentleman
The track opens with a raw blues guitar riff—overdriven and unpolished—layered against pulsing sub bass for moody depth. Sparse cinematic noir keys enter, accenting tension. Verses spotlight the deep, smoky UK male vocal, with minimalist drums slowly driving forward, building suspense throughout.
Shelby | The Gentleman
The track opens with a raw blues guitar riff—overdriven and unpolished—layered against pulsing sub bass for moody depth. Sparse cinematic noir keys enter, accenting tension. Verses spotlight the deep, smoky UK male vocal, with minimalist drums slowly driving forward, building suspense throughout.
Lyrics
Walkin’ these Birmingham alleys, fog thick as lies,
Suit’s sharp, but my knuckles got dirt, no surprise.
Cigar’s burnin’, spittin’ smoke like my plans gone sour,
Cap’s low, blade tucked, ready for the hour.
Bourbon’s my fuel, hits like a fist to the jaw,
Blokes talk big, but they scatter when they see what I draw.
I run this grim town, got a grin that don’t play,
One wrong look, mate, you’re done by the break of day.
No soft heart here, streets cold as a knife,
Roll the dice, lad, this ain’t no soft life.
They call me The Gentleman, but that’s just a name,
Under this hat, I’m playin’ a darker game.
Old scars, bloody hands, they tell who I am,
In this hole of sin, I don’t give a damn.
Yeah, The Gentleman’s got a pistol, loaded and mean,
Chasin’ the crown till the sun burns clean.
Got my brothers beside me, loyal through the muck,
Carvin’ our patch in this town, don’t trust luck.
Her face haunts me, like a song I can’t shake,
Eyes like trouble, make my cold heart break.
Deals go down in the pub, over cards and cheap gin,
Cross me once, you’re prayin’ to your kin.
Coppers? They’re bought, bendin’ to my word,
I rise from the ashes, louder than you heard.
No tears in this fight, just the grind and the pain,
Survive or get left in the mud and the rain.
They call me The Gentleman, but that’s just a name,
Under this hat, I’m playin’ a darker game.
Old scars, bloody hands, they tell who I am,
In this hole of sin, I don’t give a damn.
Yeah, The Gentleman’s got a pistol, loaded and mean,
Chasin’ the crown till the sun burns clean.
Rain’s hittin’ the stones, boots pound like a drum,
Past’s creepin’ up, like a debt that won’t come.
What’s a man worth, without his word, his fight?
In this wolves’ den, I’m the king of the night.
But sometimes, mate, the weight starts to crack,
Soul’s sold cheap, and there ain’t no way back.
When the fight’s done, I’m alone in the gray,
The Gentleman rules, but the cost don’t pay.
They call me The Gentleman...
Just a name, mate...
Don’t give a damn...
When the fight’s done, I’m alone in the gray,
The Gentleman rules, but the cost don’t pay.
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RΛCHΞY | @rachey13x
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