[00:00.000] 作词 : x16x
[00:01.000] 作曲 : x16x
[00:02.000] 编曲 : x16x/InG
[00:40.982]Life ain't a movie, ain't a dream, ain’t a script you read twice.
[00:43.737]It’s a freestyle session with no do-overs.
[00:46.373]Live it, or lose it.
[00:49.577]Life is a tightrope—no net, no plan,
[00:54.273]Walkin' on breath, with a mic in hand.
[00:56.933]They sell you goals, like dreams on tap,
[00:59.507]But I sip slow, ain't fallin' for that trap.
[01:02.143]Every morning’s a bet, every breath's a roll,
[01:04.522]Tryna find warmth in a world this cold.
[01:07.149]They say “follow your heart,” but it’s lost in smoke,
[01:09.818]Buried under rent bills and half-assed hope.
[01:12.420]Still, I lace up my kicks and I walk this beat,
[01:15.003]With scars on my soul and pain on repeat.
[01:17.703]‘Cause living ain’t just about stayin’ alive—
[01:20.179]It’s about finding that one reason to thrive.
[01:22.972]People chase money like dogs chase cars,
[01:25.368]But wealth can’t fix them internal scars.
[01:28.052]Seen a man with gold chains and empty eyes,
[01:30.709]Livin’ in a mansion built on lies.
[01:33.006]Life’s not a product, it ain’t for sale,
[01:35.978]It’s the wind in your lungs when you break from jail.
[01:38.608]It’s the laugh with your homie at 3am,
[01:41.070]The silence that speaks when you’ve lost a friend.
[01:43.816]It’s the ramen broke days with a ten-dollar bill,
[01:46.433]And the tears in your drink when the room gets still.
[01:49.015]It’s all of it—messy, flawed, divine,
[01:51.637]An ugly-ass painting that somehow shines.
[01:54.273]Life don't wait—she walks with or without you,
[01:59.781]Dances in chaos, don’t care what you vow to.
[02:04.895]One shot, no save, no second round,
[02:09.778]So make your noise before you hit that ground.
[02:15.276]Life ain’t a checklist, it’s a rhythm, a flow,
[02:17.719]Sometimes fast, sometimes it’s slow.
[02:20.325]You’ll f**k up, fall down, lose some friends,
[02:22.953]But even cracked vinyl got grooves that bend.
[02:25.555]It’s the morning sun after too much rain,
[02:28.088]It’s forgiving yourself, again and again.
[02:30.678]It’s that deep breath before the leap,
[02:33.410]The way music heals when the wounds run deep.
[02:35.908]No map, no compass, just the sky and the shoes,
[02:38.587]So make peace with the path, even when you lose.
[02:41.103]And when the beat fades, and the mic drops too—
[02:43.834]Hope your verse echoes like truth in a room.
[02:46.463]You don’t live life... you compose it.
[02:51.586]Bar by bar. Breath by breath.
[02:55.253]So make it count.

作词 : x16x
作曲 : x16x
编曲 : x16x/InG
Life ain't a movie, ain't a dream, ain’t a script you read twice.
It’s a freestyle session with no do-overs.
Live it, or lose it.
Life is a tightrope—no net, no plan,
Walkin' on breath, with a mic in hand.
They sell you goals, like dreams on tap,
But I sip slow, ain't fallin' for that trap.
Every morning’s a bet, every breath's a roll,
Tryna find warmth in a world this cold.
They say “follow your heart,” but it’s lost in smoke,
Buried under rent bills and half-assed hope.
Still, I lace up my kicks and I walk this beat,
With scars on my soul and pain on repeat.
‘Cause living ain’t just about stayin’ alive—
It’s about finding that one reason to thrive.
People chase money like dogs chase cars,
But wealth can’t fix them internal scars.
Seen a man with gold chains and empty eyes,
Livin’ in a mansion built on lies.
Life’s not a product, it ain’t for sale,
It’s the wind in your lungs when you break from jail.
It’s the laugh with your homie at 3am,
The silence that speaks when you’ve lost a friend.
It’s the ramen broke days with a ten-dollar bill,
And the tears in your drink when the room gets still.
It’s all of it—messy, flawed, divine,
An ugly-ass painting that somehow shines.
Life don't wait—she walks with or without you,
Dances in chaos, don’t care what you vow to.
One shot, no save, no second round,
So make your noise before you hit that ground.
Life ain’t a checklist, it’s a rhythm, a flow,
Sometimes fast, sometimes it’s slow.
You’ll f**k up, fall down, lose some friends,
But even cracked vinyl got grooves that bend.
It’s the morning sun after too much rain,
It’s forgiving yourself, again and again.
It’s that deep breath before the leap,
The way music heals when the wounds run deep.
No map, no compass, just the sky and the shoes,
So make peace with the path, even when you lose.
And when the beat fades, and the mic drops too—
Hope your verse echoes like truth in a room.
You don’t live life... you compose it.
Bar by bar. Breath by breath.
So make it count.