[Verse 1]
Alarm rings, coffee spills on the rug
Manager yells, offers half a shrug
Elevator breaks, we climb and lug
Still we laugh, jaws locked like a plug
[Chorus]
Don’t stop, let troubles bruise
Turn every bruise into news
We stack each loss into a cruise
Racing downhill with homemade shoes
[Verse 2]
Paycheck short, fridge runs bare
Rent man pounds, we skip the stair
Street gig offers second‑hand snare
We strike those drums like we don’t care