3 AM, just me and the metronome left in the studio. Finished mixing the last track. When I took off my headphones, the world was eerily quiet. It reminded me of my mom coming home from her night shift, the sound of her key turning in the lock. She thought I was asleep, but I was under the covers, scribbling rhymes. Now I can buy her a house, but I can't buy back all those years she stayed up for me. This beat is for her.