Lyrics
(yeah) Quarter past— Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition, I’m awake with it Ceiling fan confessions, I debate with it Phone glow flicker like a small-time witness Every plan I drafted got my name in it Clock face talkin’, tick-tick caution Mind keep runnin’ like it missed that option Stacked my days like bricks in a column Built a skyline out of every problem Short breath— Long list. Two a.m. and I’m still on it. I don’t hate the hunger, I just hate the toll Every win feel rented, never fully owned I keep tellin’ myself it’s temporary Just a little more weight that I gotta carry But the mirror look back like, “Who you hurryin’?” Silence loud when the house ain’t stirrin’ Quarter past ambition Still wide awake, I’m wishin’ Peace would sit in my chest and listen Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Heartbeat steady but driven If I slow down, will I lose my position? Quarter past ambition Deadlines pressin’, I press back harder Turn small sparks into somethin’ larger Calendar crowded, margins narrow Fly straight lines like a midnight arrow I been disciplined, diligent, militant with it Every minute accounted, I’m intimate with it But the quiet keep askin’ what I’m gettin’ out it If the crown too tight, why I never doubt it? Pause— Let it breathe. I ain’t chasin’ applause, I’m chasin’ relief But relief don’t move at the speed I speak So I run on fumes, no receipt for sleep I keep tellin’ myself it’s necessary Sacrifice now so the future airy But the weight of the win feel secondary If I can’t feel calm when it’s celebratory Quarter past ambition Still wide awake, I’m wishin’ Peace would sit in my chest and listen Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Hands on the wheel, I’m grippin’ If I let go, will I lose my vision? Quarter past ambition What if the pace ain’t proof of the power? What if the strength is leavin’ an hour? What if the goal ain’t higher and louder— But lighter when I’m alone? Maybe the win is knowin’ when To let the night just be the night again Quarter past ambition No one here, just me and the tension Learning the art of a new definition Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Drive still there, but I’m listenin’ Maybe the peace ain’t opposition Quarter past ambition Quarter past— Still awake… But I’m listenin’.
Lyrics
(yeah) Quarter past— Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition, I’m awake with it Ceiling fan confessions, I debate with it Phone glow flicker like a small-time witness Every plan I drafted got my name in it Clock face talkin’, tick-tick caution Mind keep runnin’ like it missed that option Stacked my days like bricks in a column Built a skyline out of every problem Short breath— Long list. Two a.m. and I’m still on it. I don’t hate the hunger, I just hate the toll Every win feel rented, never fully owned I keep tellin’ myself it’s temporary Just a little more weight that I gotta carry But the mirror look back like, “Who you hurryin’?” Silence loud when the house ain’t stirrin’ Quarter past ambition Still wide awake, I’m wishin’ Peace would sit in my chest and listen Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Heartbeat steady but driven If I slow down, will I lose my position? Quarter past ambition Deadlines pressin’, I press back harder Turn small sparks into somethin’ larger Calendar crowded, margins narrow Fly straight lines like a midnight arrow I been disciplined, diligent, militant with it Every minute accounted, I’m intimate with it But the quiet keep askin’ what I’m gettin’ out it If the crown too tight, why I never doubt it? Pause— Let it breathe. I ain’t chasin’ applause, I’m chasin’ relief But relief don’t move at the speed I speak So I run on fumes, no receipt for sleep I keep tellin’ myself it’s necessary Sacrifice now so the future airy But the weight of the win feel secondary If I can’t feel calm when it’s celebratory Quarter past ambition Still wide awake, I’m wishin’ Peace would sit in my chest and listen Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Hands on the wheel, I’m grippin’ If I let go, will I lose my vision? Quarter past ambition What if the pace ain’t proof of the power? What if the strength is leavin’ an hour? What if the goal ain’t higher and louder— But lighter when I’m alone? Maybe the win is knowin’ when To let the night just be the night again Quarter past ambition No one here, just me and the tension Learning the art of a new definition Quarter past ambition Quarter past ambition Drive still there, but I’m listenin’ Maybe the peace ain’t opposition Quarter past ambition Quarter past— Still awake… But I’m listenin’.