Head Full of Plans

Yeah, yeah

Late night,

city cold Lights

low, bass heavy

Walk in the spot,

everybody go quiet, Came with a dream,

now I’m chasing the highest.

Heart full of fire,

but I’m keeping it private,

Talk is cheap, I don’t really get excited.

Back of the bus with a head full of plans,

Now I’m tryna turn those plans into bands.

Never needed luck, had to learn how to stand,

Now I’m writing my story with a pen in my hand.

Late night, streetlights, shadows on the road,

Heavy bass knocking while the whole car rolls.

Had a lot of pressure,

had a lot to prove,

Now I’m locked in,

got nothing to lose.

I remember being young with a vision,

Now every single day feels like a mission.

People switch sides, gotta watch the decisions,

So I keep my circle small and focus on the winnings.

No fake tough talk,

I’m just telling my story,

Started with nothing, now I’m chasing the glory.

If I fall once,

I’m getting back up,

Turn a bad day into a reason to level up.

Yeah…

That’s life after midnight.

Keep moving.

Keep building.