[Verse] Yo, 3 a.m. in the booth, concrete walls and mic light, Saw your face on the screen—just one short flight. Packed my dreams in a suitcase, no ticket in sight, But I’m still singing yours, through the wrong kind of night. [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Keep going,” even when the world turned cold, Every scar I carry is a song I’ve been told. [Chorus] It’s your birthday, mom—still in my veins, Every beat I spit is your love in chains. Locked down, but still rising from the floor, Your voice in my chest—this is my core. Yeah, it’s your birthday, and I’m here, still on my feet, Singing through the silence like a heartbeat. [Verse] Used to call you on the porch with summer heat, Now I’m recording love with a headset and sweat. No parade, no cake, just a mic and a stream, But you're still my compass, the rhythm in my dream. [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Keep going,” even when the world turned cold, Every scar I carry is a song I’ve been told. [Chorus] It’s your birthday, mom—still in my veins, Every beat I spit is your love in chains. Locked down, but still rising from the floor, Your voice in my chest—this is my core. Yeah, it’s your birthday, and I’m here, still on my feet, Singing through the silence like a heartbeat. [Bridge] You raised me with a pause, a breath, a pause, A steady pulse in all the loud. I don’t need the stage, the crowd, the gold— Just your name in my story, never sold. [Chorus] It’s your birthday, mom—still in my veins, Every beat I spit is your love in chains. Locked down, but still rising from the floor, Your voice in my chest—this is my core. Yeah, it’s your birthday, and I’m here, still on my feet, Singing through the silence like a heartbeat. [Outro] Happy birthday… Mom. Still here. Still singing. Still you.