Barstools empty, neon buzzing like a dare,
Door swings shut and the cold hits the air.
I’ve been running on instinct, fire in my chest—
Whole city feels like a test I ain’t passed yet.
But I walk like I own every crack in the concrete,
Head high even when my hope feels weak.
Yeah, the night gave me bruises I’ll never confess—
But I still rise louder than the chaos I’m in.

And everybody talks big til the night goes quiet—
I’m the one still standing when the truth gets violent.

After the last call,
I’m the heartbeat echo in the alleyway.
Still ten feet tall
When the world says I should fade away.
Yeah, I’ve stumbled, yeah, I’ve crawled—
But I never lost the fight at all.
I’m the voice that don’t fall
After the last call.

I’ve been living with a chip on each shoulder,
Heavy like the weight of getting older.
But I learned how to turn all the hits into hunger,
Made every bad break pull me in stronger.
People love to shout when the crowd runs wild,
But I’m built for the moments when it’s just my style.
Silence in the streets, but I still hear my name—
In the hum of the city that raised my flame.

When the lights shut down and the truth walks in—
I’m the last one laughing with a cracked-up grin.

After the last call,
I’m the heartbeat echo in the alleyway.
Still ten feet tall
When the world says I should fade away.
Yeah, I’ve stumbled, yeah, I’ve crawled—
But I never lost the fight at all.
I’m the voice that don’t fall
After the last call.

I turn my scars into swagger,
Turn my pain into proof.
You won’t find a soul with more fire—
I’m exactly what I claim to be: the truth.
So if the night wants to test me—cool, I don’t mind.
I’ve been built from every hit I survived.

After the last call,
I’m the echo that the darkness can’t drown out.
Still standing tall
When the whole damn world starts counting me out.
Yeah, I’ve stumbled, yeah, I’ve crawled—
But I rise like I’m built from brass and asphalt.
I’m the voice that don’t fall
After the last call.

Last call… but I’m still here.
Still louder than fear.