[Verse 1]
Clock out tick, soul still sore,
Head full noise when I hit that door.
Boots untied, breath come slow,
Mirror show lines that the grind don’t show.
Sink low in the chair, glass real neat,
Amber swirl where the heartbeats meet.
One sip burn, one sigh drop,
Whole day crash in that whiskey pop.
[Verse 2]
Hands like stone, brain still race,
Bills on the table, time won’t pace.
But the gold in the glass got heat I trust,
Truth in the taste, no hype, no dust.
No flex, no show, just wood and air,
Aged like scars that I daily wear.
Candle dim, thoughts unwind,
Whiskey smooth what the world made grind.
[Verse 3]
BPM 600, mind won’t rest,
But the sip slow dance in my chest.
Phone off, light low, calm unlocked,
Drill in my soul but the room feels soft.
Tired eyes but the flow stay tight,
Verse pour out like a drink at night.
Didn’t win big, but I stood all day,
And the glass knows more than words can say.
[Verse 4]
Whiskey like proof I made it through,
Toast to the sweat in my worn out shoes.
No need cheers, no crowd or fame,
Just me and the burn that knows my name.
Trap beat rapid, heart beat slow,
Balance the rush with a golden glow.
From concrete steps to neon signs,
I sit in peace while the bottle shines.
[Verse 5 – fadeout pace-up]
Lessons burned in the oakwood wave,
Sippin' through fire, feelin’ brave.
Fast world, hard work, no erase,
But I slow it all down with a whiskey taste.
Ain’t runnin' now, just breathin’ clean,
In this moment, I’m still — I’m seen.
End of a war, one glass to mend,
This is my rhythm, this my end.