歌词
[intro]
No more credits... everything gone... what am I gonna do now?
[verse]
I'm dropping beats, spinning tracks, swear I'm feeling the drain,
Started with fifty, now it's like, where's the gain? Just strain.
Felt I had that magic, had the music right in my grip,
Burned too bright, now, shoot, might not even let this chorus rip.
[verse]
Lost them quick, lost my shot, credits vanished into the night,
Now I’m just watching the clock, waiting for morning light.
Got to put my dreams on pause, let the quiet just sit,
Tomorrow’s another day to chase the beat, bit by bit, hit by hit.
[chorus]
Outta credits, outta time,
Hit 'create', gets "No credits, you're outta line."
Outta credits, outta time,
Clock's tick-tockin', gotta make it shine.
[spoken dialogue bridge]
Oh come on... let's go!
[verse]
Crashed the system, hit the limit, now it's silence everywhere,
Tried to what? Tried to what? Only echoes in the air.
Every beat's silent, ain't no sound in the night,
Can't drop tracks, I'm outta credits, nothing’s feeling right.
[verse]
In the quiet, watching close, silence fills the air,
Need some credits, where they at? Can’t find them really anywhere.
Chasing beats, as silence creeps, tightening its clasp,
Tracks on hold, just one credit’s all I ask.
[chorus]
Outta credits, outta time,
Hit 'create', gets "No credits, you're outta line."
Outta credits, outta time,
Clock's tick-tockin', gotta make it shine.
[verse]
This ain't a protest, it's just me letting out my woes,
Sitting tight, waiting the refresh, seeing how it goes.
Next time, I'll take it slow, off the create button for real,
But for now, left with nothing, waiting that deal.
[verse]
Staring at the dashboard, hoping for a sign,
Praying for a miracle to drop a line or rhyme.
Oh yes, maybe it’s a test, maybe it’s a sign,
Got to keep my head cool, waiting for my time.
[chorus]
Outta credits, outta time,
Hit 'create', gets "No credits, you're outta line."
Outta credits, outta time,
Clock's tick-tockin', gotta make it shine.
[end]
