Real Life
melodic pop-rap/trap with sing-rap delivery and tasteful Auto-Tune; bright tenor and ultra-catchy choruses. Lyrics center on relationships, coming-of-age, and self-made ambition—melancholy offset by club-ready, radio-polished production (guitar/piano loops, modern drums).
Real Life
melodic pop-rap/trap with sing-rap delivery and tasteful Auto-Tune; bright tenor and ultra-catchy choruses. Lyrics center on relationships, coming-of-age, and self-made ambition—melancholy offset by club-ready, radio-polished production (guitar/piano loops, modern drums).
Lyrics
Hook (8 barów)
Real life, no filter | I rise
Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise
Bad news, late bills | I rise
If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise
Head up, both palms | to sky
No luck here, just grind | I rise
Flat line to skyline | I rise
Low tide to high rise | I rise
Verse 1 (16 barów)
Five-forty bus stop | breath in the gray
Wet shoes from the shift | still finding a way
Voicemail from home | prayers every day
Heart back with an icon | nothing to say
Card got denied | laugh not to break
Cracked screen glow | mapping escape
Knocks on my door | I’m knocking on faith
Two jobs, one dream | learning to levitate
Late fees line up | I balance the weight
Rain in my coat | but fire in the bass
Train in the distance | keeps time while I pace
Ink in my phone | writes light on the page
Head down at work | soul up in the haze
Move quiet and sure | no noise, just plays
Keep love in the core | fear out the frame
Name on the line | I stand in the flame
Pre (4 bary — rym „-ast”)
If the love ain’t real | I pass
If the pain don’t heal | I last
If the road gets steep | I gas
Quiet faith in my chest | no mask
Hook
Real life, no filter | I rise
Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise
Bad news, late bills | I rise
If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise
Head up, both palms | to sky
No luck here, just grind | I rise
Flat line to skyline | I rise
Low tide to high rise | I rise
Verse 2 (16 barów)
Kitchen light hums | cold rice on the plate
January air | thin, heavy, and late
Brother says call | he’s fighting a case
Keep him in prayer | we talk face to face
Friend in a suit | January wake
Arms wrapped tight | till sorrow would break
Therapy page open | words I don’t send
Pride in my throat | swallow and mend
Lace up the soles | show up for my friends
If I eat, we split | that’s code to the end
Bills on the counter | I sort them again
City keeps moving | I move with the train
Doubt in the noise | I tune out the voice
Quiet in heart | I stand with my boys
Candle still burns | even under the rain
Low tide to high | I rise — that remains
Bridge (4 bary)
Price of a peaceful mind | I pay in time
Pay in sweat and nights | I draw the line
If tomorrow comes late | I write tonight
Across the skyline | in steady lines
Hook (final)
Real life, no filter | I rise
Cold nights, steel eyes | I rise
Bad news, late bills | I rise
If it ain’t truth, it dies | I rise
Head up, both palms | to sky
No luck here, just grind | I rise
Flat line to skyline | I rise
Low tide to high rise | I rise