WHSN v1

Nights were long. Rent was late. Headphones cracked on the left side only.

I sold my old bike for a second-hand scent. And I prayed it would turn

into somethin'. I worked through the cold with no heater in the room.

Wrappin' my hands in old shirts just to keep movin' ,

oh. I wasn't chasin' fame, I was chasin' the sound I

kept hearin' in my chest. Then one night, a loop hit right.

I knew it before it even rendered. It was raw .

It was crooked . It was mine . Work hard,