THREE HUNDRED FOLD

[Title: “Three Hundred Fold” – by OA

Reflective / cinematic / celebratory R&B trap]

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…”)

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…”)

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…”)

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…”)

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

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…”)

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…”)