歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Rain on the visor, cold on the grip Stuttering hats while the 808s flip Blacked out frame, no reflector, no slip Moving the wax like a high-stakes trip (Move it) Music box chiming, it’s haunting the street Pedal to metal, I’m feeling the heat Cracked screen glowing, the signal is sweet Drop-off at midnight, the circuit’s complete (Done) [Pre-Chorus] Shadows are long and the alley is thin Under the helmet, I wear a cold grin Feds in the distance, let games begin Only the heavy-weight vinyl can win [Chorus] Spinning the plates, I’m spinning the wheel Ducking the sirens, the terror is real Heavy the bag, but the lighter the feel London is quiet, but we got the deal (We got it) Neon is bleeding on asphalt and steel Ice in my veins, I don’t even feel Blue lights are flashing, I’m making 'em squeal Two wheels on pavement, I’m keeping it real [Post-Chorus] Static in the air, static in the sound Moving the weight through the underground Never get caught, never get found Silence the city without a pound (Ice cold) [Break] [Verse] Unmarked bimmer, he’s coming for me Cut through the alleyway, one-two-three Jump the curb, now I’m wild and free Rare white label, they never will see (Never) Static is scratching, the radio’s dead Voices of demons are stuck in my head Pedal stroke heavy, the rubber is lead Out of the shadows, I’m painting it red (Blood) Zip up the North Face, hide the supply Underground rave, and the spirits are high BPM climbing, we touching the sky I am the ghost that you cannot deny [Pre-Chorus] Shadows are long and the alley is thin Under the helmet, I wear a cold grin Feds in the distance, let games begin Only the heavy-weight vinyl can win [Chorus] Spinning the plates, I’m spinning the wheel Ducking the sirens, the terror is real Heavy the bag, but the lighter the feel London is quiet, but we got the deal (We got it) Neon is bleeding on asphalt and steel Ice in my veins, I don’t even feel Blue lights are flashing, I’m making 'em squeal Two wheels on pavement, I’m keeping it real [Bridge] Music box winding, the tension is tight Shadows are dancing in chemical light Needle is dropping, it’s ending the night Smuggling anthems, I’m winning the fight (Deadpan) No radio talk, just the crackle of wax Cover my tracks and I never relax [Verse] You see the blur when I’m hitting the bend Message is sent to a digital friend Coordinates locked where the concrete will end Broken-down basement, the message I send (Sent it) Twelve-inch records, they’re stacked in the pack Never look forward and never look back Life on a fixie, I’m staying on track Fading to black like a heart in attack (Gone) [Chorus] Spinning the plates, I’m spinning the wheel Ducking the sirens, the terror is real Heavy the bag, but the lighter the feel London is quiet, but we got the deal (We got it) Neon is bleeding on asphalt and steel Ice in my veins, I don’t even feel Blue lights are flashing, I’m making 'em squeal Two wheels on pavement, I’m keeping it real [Post-Chorus] Static in the air, static in the sound Moving the weight through the underground Never get caught, never get found Silence the city without a pound (Ice cold) [Outro]
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