Warehouse Winds

{low-pass filter sweep opening,

steady

Roland TR-909 kick building,

rising synthesizer tension}

I clock in, lights buzz,

concrete under my feet,

Stackin’ dreams in the aisles where the night shift meets.

Barcode scanner like a heartbeat,

beep-beep, Every pallet is a promise that I’m tryna keep. (beep-beep)

{filter sweep

rising, snare roll build-up,

synth pads swelling}

Box hustle — I’m built for the grind,

Hands on the tape,

mind on the climb.

Floor dust, steel racks,

bright signs, I turn a warehouse shift into a goldmine.

{soaring vocal line, high energy drop}

Sweat drip, forklift hummin’ like a baseline,

I’m movin’ weight but it’s legal every time.

Break room talk, but I’m locked on the grind,

Tryna flip my life like a box redesign.

Box hustle — I’m built for the grind,

Hands on the tape,

mind on the climb.

Floor dust, steel racks,

bright signs, I turn a warehouse shift into a goldmine.

(into a goldmine) {full peak energy arrangement} {drums filtering out,

synth bassline repeating, fade to silence}