Every Round Costs-Layla

[00:19.35]Every Round Costs [00:19.74]Late nights under neon lights [00:21.42]Scrims run long, we live this life [00:27.81]Every mistake stays on replay [00:32.55]Every lost round we learn to pay [00:34.98]Hands still shaking, heart in sync [00:40.65]Crosshair steady, no time to think [00:42.81]No one sees when we break inside [00:45.27]Just the screen and the ticking time [00:46.89]From pistol rounds to overtime [00:49.47]Every second costs us more than time [00:51.75]No safety net, no rewind [00:54.06]One call decides the line [00:58.05]Stand our ground in the pressure zone [01:00.99]Every clutch feels carved in bone [01:03.36]No reset, no second try [01:05.61]We stake it all when the timer's dry [01:06.96]Match point breath, hold it tight [01:10.68]One clean shot in the fading light [01:13.38]This is the grind we never lose [01:15.33]In Valorant, we choose the bruise [01:22.86]Timeout talks and silent stares [01:27.54]Broken plans and mid-round prayers [01:29.97]Fake the site, late rotate [01:36.33]One step slow and you define the fate [01:41.01]Utility burns, the clock runs low [01:43.53]Trade for trade, we already know [01:45.75]No glory in the unseen hours [01:48.21]Just doubt, resolve, and quiet power [01:50.85]Eco rounds, forced decisions [01:53.19]Risk and faith in split-second vision [01:55.59]Every move framed on the line [01:57.84]One mistake rewrites the night [02:01.65]Stand our ground in the pressure zone [02:04.59]Every clutch feels carved in bone [02:06.81]No reset, no second try [02:09.15]We stake it all when the timer's dry [02:10.47]Match point breath, hold it tight [02:14.19]One clean shot in the fading light [02:16.86]This is the grind we never lose [02:18.87]In Valorant, we choose the bruise [02:39.33]When the lights go down, crowd fades out [02:44.22]We still load in, no way around [02:48.81]No medals for almost right [02:53.40]Just one last round, one last fight [03:02.79]Stand our ground, no looking back [03:05.79]Every loss still fuels the track [03:08.13]Every round we sign our name [03:10.47]Every win is earned in pain [03:12.78]Till the spike hits, till time runs out [03:14.97]We play this game with zero doubt [03:17.70]This is our path, our proof, our truth [03:19.98]We live this grind — we see it through