MINT TOBACCO

[Verse 1] In the streets where the hint of tobacco lingers (vsh-vsh!) Stint hobble (whow) every step a grind, life's fingers (g-g-grind) Glint cobble reflections of dreams that flicker (wah-wah) Flint gobble, fiery rhymes (sparks that trigger) Slink hobble, through the shadows we tread, Blink wobble (raf) chasing dreams, our path ahead, Clink gobble (bou-bou) the sound of chains that bind (grii) Shrink hobble, under pressure, yet we find (mint so nice!) From the brink of feeble, we soar to treble, Fringe to fringe, we navigate the rubble (From the brink of feeble, we soar to treble, Fringe to fringe, we navigate the rubble) [Hook] In this world where the mint tobacco burns (mint-mint-mint) We rise and fall b-b-b-but the fire still yearns (mint, oh!) In this world where the mint tobacco burns (mint-mint-mint) We rise and fall b-b-b-but the fire still yearns (mint, oh!) [Verse 2] Binge trouble (ash) in the hustle and the strife (ash) ASH! Cringe gobble but we're still aiming for the life, Hinge cobble, where opportunities knock (bem!) Fringe feeble (yet we stand against the clock) Singe pliable (ra!) our spirits bend but never break, Binge notable (nah!) our stories told in every wake. Cringe semble, but we rise above the fray, Hingeemble, where hope resides, come what may (weed!) [Outro] In the plinth table of fate, we carve our name in our essence, we claim. (ah) our vision sharp and clear, our dreams built without fear... Mint (mint) To-ba-cco (Tobacco!) [End]