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she belongs to the track - james cook lyrics

belong to the track… yeah…
no love… no love…

(verse 1 * r&b flow)
the neon bleeds on rain*soaked streets,a ballet in the bleak
she moves in time with passing headlights,hardly speaks
a silhouette against the glow of the corner store
counting down the minutes‘til she don’t gotta work no more
and on her skin,a portrait in ink, a man’s face stern and cold
a story sold,a loyalty told, for a love that’s grown old
she touches it sometimes,feels the raised line in the dark
a fragile anchor,a faded spark…

(prе*chorus)
they see the smile,thе sway, the game that she plays
but never the tally that her heart pays
for every stack that she tucks in the lining
a little piece of the dream starts dying

(chorus)
and shebelongs to the track
with herman tattooed on her back
turning tricks for the stacks
‘til the morning sun fades to black
then it’smac in the cadillac
a phantom love,a heart attack
there’s no love for a ho without no dough
it’s the only law she knows…
(verse 2 * r&b flow)
a velvet rope,a different scene, champagne and cocaine dreams
high*roller suites,she moves discreet, or so it always seems
a curated smile,a distant gaze through the haze
surviving these city maze*ways for better days
her clientele,a secret h*ll, from businessmen to thugs
money folds,the night unfolds, and receives her hugs
a transaction clear,void of fear, or so she claims inside
but a part of her,a secret part, has simply died

(pre*chorus)
they see the gloss,the heels, the lucrative deals
but never the emptiness that she feels
for every diamond that glints on her hand
it’s just another grain of falling sand

(chorus)
‘cause shebelongs to the track
with herman tattooed on her back
turning tricks for the stacks
‘til the morning sun fades to black
then it’smac in the cadillac
a phantom love,a heart attack
there’s no love for a ho without no dough
it’s the only law she knows…
(bridge * trap switch)
(hard 808s, skittering hi*hats, sub*bass drops)
(spoken/rapped with cold delivery):
aye. let’s keep it a buck, a hundred
no cap,no frontin’
this ain’t about affection,it’s a simple function
you want fantasy?i provide the production
my requirements?simple. less discussion
i like my*hoes casual, no complications
or that asian persuasion, exotic vacations
money talks,baby, that’s the translation
no dough?no show. that’s the foundation
mac in the back,this a quick rotation
the track is my office,this my occupation
cadillac dreams,a fleeting sensation
this a cold world.cash the motivation.*

(chorus * hybrid, beat melts back to melodic but with heavier 808s)
and shebelongs to the track (to the track!)
with that faded man still on her back(on her back!)
turning tricks for the stacks(for the bands!)
‘til the dawn breaks and the city cracks(cracks!)
it’smac in the cadillac (vroom!)
a hollow echo,fading to black…
there’s no love for a ho without no dough(straight up!)
it’s the only truth she’ll ever know…
(outro)
(music strips back to the ethereal synths from the intro. melancholic piano melody)
(sung softly,with exhaustion):
the cadillac taillights… red eyes in the night…
she traces the tattoo…holds herself tight…
belongs to the track…tomorrow… again…
a cycle with no end…
no love…
no love…
just the track…

- james cook lyrics

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