[Intro]
Echoes in concrete, shadows on the wall
Where my father's footsteps used to fall
Hay Mohammadi nights, where dreams were born
Between the threads of life that's worn
[Verse 1]
Old machines still humming in my mind
Borrowed gear, stolen time, had to grind
Textile dust mixed with beats I made
While my old man's working late, minimum wage
Habibi, this ain't no fairytale shit
Empty halls where I learned to spit
Warehouse whispers tell my story clear
Between prayer calls and mother's voice I hear
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Verse 2]
First mixtape made on cassette
Sneaking past guards, no regrets
Mom selling in souks all day
While I'm turning pain into play
Found my voice in abandoned rooms
Where machines died but art still blooms
Every beat matches factory time
Every bar carries textile grime
[Bridge]
Between the worlds, between the sounds
Where tradition and future get down
Gnawa rhythms in my veins
Mixed with 808s breaking chains
[Verse 3]
They say the hood ain't got no soul
But every brick here tells stories untold
From my father's hands to my USB
Generation gap but we both run free
Empty warehouses became my stage
Where I turned my anger into rage
Now I'm spitting bars of gold
From the streets where dreams get sold
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Outro]
Still hear those machines when I close my eyes
Still feel those moments when hope would rise
Hay Mohammadi's concrete dreams
Where nothing's ever what it seems
Yassir Al-Nour - Warehouse Whispers Lyrics
Yassir Al-Nour - Warehouse Whispers Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Echoes in concrete, shadows on the wall
Where my father's footsteps used to fall
Hay Mohammadi nights, where dreams were born
Between the threads of life that's worn
[Verse 1]
Old machines still humming in my mind
Borrowed gear, stolen time, had to grind
Textile dust mixed with beats I made
While my old man's working late, minimum wage
Habibi, this ain't no fairytale shit
Empty halls where I learned to spit
Warehouse whispers tell my story clear
Between prayer calls and mother's voice I hear
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Verse 2]
First mixtape made on cassette
Sneaking past guards, no regrets
Mom selling in souks all day
While I'm turning pain into play
Found my voice in abandoned rooms
Where machines died but art still blooms
Every beat matches factory time
Every bar carries textile grime
[Bridge]
Between the worlds, between the sounds
Where tradition and future get down
Gnawa rhythms in my veins
Mixed with 808s breaking chains
[Verse 3]
They say the hood ain't got no soul
But every brick here tells stories untold
From my father's hands to my USB
Generation gap but we both run free
Empty warehouses became my stage
Where I turned my anger into rage
Now I'm spitting bars of gold
From the streets where dreams get sold
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Outro]
Still hear those machines when I close my eyes
Still feel those moments when hope would rise
Hay Mohammadi's concrete dreams
Where nothing's ever what it seems
Echoes in concrete, shadows on the wall
Where my father's footsteps used to fall
Hay Mohammadi nights, where dreams were born
Between the threads of life that's worn
[Verse 1]
Old machines still humming in my mind
Borrowed gear, stolen time, had to grind
Textile dust mixed with beats I made
While my old man's working late, minimum wage
Habibi, this ain't no fairytale shit
Empty halls where I learned to spit
Warehouse whispers tell my story clear
Between prayer calls and mother's voice I hear
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Verse 2]
First mixtape made on cassette
Sneaking past guards, no regrets
Mom selling in souks all day
While I'm turning pain into play
Found my voice in abandoned rooms
Where machines died but art still blooms
Every beat matches factory time
Every bar carries textile grime
[Bridge]
Between the worlds, between the sounds
Where tradition and future get down
Gnawa rhythms in my veins
Mixed with 808s breaking chains
[Verse 3]
They say the hood ain't got no soul
But every brick here tells stories untold
From my father's hands to my USB
Generation gap but we both run free
Empty warehouses became my stage
Where I turned my anger into rage
Now I'm spitting bars of gold
From the streets where dreams get sold
[Chorus]
4AM in Medina, caught between worlds
Where ancient prayers meet new-age pearls
Sampling life through broken windows
Factory floors where my future grows
(Where my future grows)
[Outro]
Still hear those machines when I close my eyes
Still feel those moments when hope would rise
Hay Mohammadi's concrete dreams
Where nothing's ever what it seems
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC