The Hustle
Marah Lyrics


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Burn off the morning smog with heat that's blazing from my rush
I'm paying dearly for this flash of light I have become
I can't just hold my breath and stop a pulse I'm not controlling
So I hit the pavement as the hustle breaks into a run

We're in the hustle now and there's violence in its techno heart
Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars
Good luck believin' now the gears are turning down beneath us
She'll use my blurry dawn to mine the gold underneath us

I heard a rumor that time
It's really just a lion that barks in your mind
For no reason

Dealin' the hustle now, it's jivey talk is so confusing
Can't turn the music down to silence out the rest of you
No time for real it's goin' to carve you up like bayonettes
Into a rollin' dawn of modernist art loneliness

This motion in the street
This watchin' my anger
There's hell enough to pay
For smilin'

I'm a leave the hustle one day when I can't do it no more good
Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master's gold




Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal
Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old

Overall Meaning

The song "The Hustle" by Marah is a fast-paced, hard-hitting track that tackles the themes of rush, violence, and loneliness. The opening lines, "Burn off the morning smog with heat that's blazing from my rush / I'm paying dearly for this flash of light I have become" sets the tone for the rest of the song. The rush here refers to the fast pace of life in the city, where everyone is always in a hurry to achieve something, and it often leads to a sense of isolation and anxiety.


As the song progresses, the references to violence become more apparent, with lines like "Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars" and "Can't turn the music down to silence out the rest of you / No time for real it's goin' to carve you up like bayonets." These references speak to the cut-throat nature of the hustle, where people are willing to do anything to get ahead, regardless of the consequences.


Despite the bleakness of the lyrics, there is a glimmer of hope in the final verse, with the lines "I'm a leave the hustle one day when I can't do it no more good / Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master's gold / Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal / Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old." Here, the singer dreams of leaving the hustle behind and starting anew, in a place where he can be free from the pressures of the city.


Line by Line Meaning

Burn off the morning smog with heat that's blazing from my rush
I'm in a hurry and the adrenaline is pumping.


I'm paying dearly for this flash of light I have become
Being in the spotlight isn't necessarily a good thing.


I can't just hold my breath and stop a pulse I'm not controlling
I feel like I'm not in control of my own life.


So I hit the pavement as the hustle breaks into a run
I'm running hard to keep up with everything around me.


We're in the hustle now and there's violence in its techno heart
This fast-paced world is filled with aggression.


Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars
People are getting hurt and it's leaving a lasting mark on them.


Good luck believin' now the gears are turning down beneath us
It's hard to trust anything when everything is moving so fast.


She'll use my blurry dawn to mine the gold underneath us
There's opportunity in the chaos of this world.


I heard a rumor that time
There's a saying that time behaves in a certain way.


It's really just a lion that barks in your mind
But that idea of time is just something we tell ourselves.


For no reason
There's no logical explanation for why we see time the way we do.


Dealin' the hustle now, it's jivey talk is so confusing
The language of this world is hard to understand.


Can't turn the music down to silence out the rest of you
I can't shut out the world around me.


No time for real it's goin' to carve you up like bayonets
This world will cut you down if you're not careful.


Into a rollin' dawn of modernist art loneliness
It's easy to feel alone and lost in this world.


This motion in the street
The energy and movement of this world


This watchin' my anger
Makes me feel like I'm just standing by, watching everything happen.


There's hell enough to pay
And there will be consequences.


For smilin'
Even for something as simple as being happy.


I'm a leave the hustle one day when I can't do it no more good
One day, I'll walk away from this lifestyle when it no longer serves me.


Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master's gold
And I'll take what I've earned and move on.


Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal
I'll find my redemption in unexpected places.


Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old
And I'll settle down, finding peace and love in a simple life.




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