Gravel & Gold
v4
@Paweł Kozłowski
Gravel & Gold
v4
@Paweł Kozłowski
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[Verse 1]
Scuffed-up Vans on the front row rail
Name on the wristband, ink gone pale
Late bus home, got a busted phone
Still feel rich when the beat hits bone
Holes in my jeans and a stubborn grin
Hand-me-down dreams with the tag still in
Mom said “work,” world said “fold”
I hit record, turned gravel to gold
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
[Verse 2]
Lunch-line king with the last in tray
Flip those jokes till they pay my way
Laugh through the landlord, late again
Still sound rich through a secondhand pen
Talk that talk but I walk it too
Blisters on heel and a skyview crew
No stage lights, just a bedroom glow
But the whole block shakes when the speakers blow (hey!)
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
[Bridge]
Yeah I grew up on the wrong side of maybe
Hand-me-down hope, hand-brushed “you’re crazy”
Still I stood tall in the hard rain, raging
Turned my own scars into armor I’m waving
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
Scuffed-up Vans on the front row rail
Name on the wristband, ink gone pale
Late bus home, got a busted phone
Still feel rich when the beat hits bone
Holes in my jeans and a stubborn grin
Hand-me-down dreams with the tag still in
Mom said “work,” world said “fold”
I hit record, turned gravel to gold
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
[Verse 2]
Lunch-line king with the last in tray
Flip those jokes till they pay my way
Laugh through the landlord, late again
Still sound rich through a secondhand pen
Talk that talk but I walk it too
Blisters on heel and a skyview crew
No stage lights, just a bedroom glow
But the whole block shakes when the speakers blow (hey!)
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
[Bridge]
Yeah I grew up on the wrong side of maybe
Hand-me-down hope, hand-brushed “you’re crazy”
Still I stood tall in the hard rain, raging
Turned my own scars into armor I’m waving
[Chorus]
I came from gravel, now it’s gold in my teeth
Every setback just a drum under my feet
They weighed me down, I made a crown from the weight
I don’t break
I don’t break
I bend the bars, then I walk out the gate
Musikstil
rap, Crunchy modern rock with hip‑hop drums and 808 weight under distorted bass; male vocals that flip between melodic grit and tight rhythmic phrasing. Guitars chug in the verses, then open into wide, octave riffs on the hook. Big gang vocals on the chorus, tom-heavy build into a half-time bridge before a final explosive repeat., rock, hip hop
