[Title: “Three Hundred Fold” – by OA Reflective / cinematic / celebratory R&B trap] [Intro spoken / soft ad-libs] Yeah… Mm… mmm… setting on the rooftop thinking to myself Three hundred songs in the sky tonight… Let’s ride… let’s see… yeah… [ad-libs:]“mmm… wow… city hummin’… let’s go…”) [Verse 1] IN twenty twenty five , January, didn’t know the lane Now I’m cruisin’ through my own domain Every night a beat, every line a spark Songs in the dark, I’m leaving my mark Eyes on the city, hands on the wheel Flow so fast, it don’t even feel real Every story different, every vibe new Three hundred songs later… yeah, it’s true [ad-libs:] “mmm… yeah… wow… glide…”) [Hook catchy, celebratory] Three hundred fold. songs of gold. I’m still amazed City lights blinkin’, I’m in my own daze Every line a story, every beat a flame Three hundred deep… and it all knows my name *(ad-libs: “yeah… let’s ride… mmm… ohhh…”) [Chorus catchy, anthem energy] Sitting on the rooftop thinking to myself.. Three hundred fold. songs of gold. can’t believe it’s me Rooftop nights, stars blinkin’ to see From nothing to everything, flowin’ free Three hundred songs, and the best’s yet to be [ad-libs:]“ohhhh… yeah… ride… ride… ride…”) [Verse 2] Every album dropped, every verse laid down Every track a mile, every hook a crown I look back amazed, can’t believe the pace Universe smiled, gave me this space Not chasing numbers, just trustin’ my flow Music spoke first, I just let it go Every note a moment, every line a dream Three hundred songs later… it’s a whole new scene [ad-libs:] “mmm… glide… (yeah… wow…”) Bridge [soft, reflective, layered] Mm… humming to the beat of my own lane Hands on the wheel, heart in the frame City hums back, whispers my name Three hundred fold. songs of gold… I’ll never be the same *(ad-libs: “yeah… ohhh… mmm… let it breathe…”) [Final Chorus / Outro big, layered, celebratory] Sitting on the rooftop thinking to myself.. Three hundred fold. songs of gold.. can’t believe it’s me Rooftop nights, stars blinkin’ to see From nothing to everything, flowin’ free Three hundred fold..songs of gold.. and the best’s yet to be Three hundred fold.. songs of gold.. city knows my name Flowin’ through the night, never playin’ the same From January start to today’s frame Three hundred fold. songs of gold.. OA changed the game [ad-libs:] “yeah… let’s ride… ride… ride… ohhh…”)

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