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bighomietah· 3:25 · 9 plays · v3-preview
- hip hop
- hip-hop/rap
- 2010s
- strings
- electric piano
- drums (drum set)
- drum and bass
- breakbeat
- hardcore
- r&b/soul
- boom bap
- synth funk
Lyrics
Intro - spoken over bass and Rhodes
Ease the dial down
Let the skyline talk
Yeah
Take the long route
Verse 1 - MC 1, smooth and deliberate
Rain writes crooked letters on the windshield glass
Her nails tap the trim keeping time as we pass
Oxblood seats her lip stain matches the trim
Moon got tangled in the watch and couldn't swim
Learned arithmetic from the landlord the due date was the teacher
Now my family name sits carved on a rooftop feature
Tailor mapped my shoulders never mapped the distance
Kid in this wool coat still flinches at the sirens
Mama heated supper with the oven every season
Now the warm stone greets her like the sun picked this region
Old rival mailed a bottle wrapped a ribbon round the cork
Strange how threats grow manners when your name is on the fork
She asked me why the seal stayed shut
I said some gifts grow fangs
Watched his smile fall apart in the silver where it hangs
Left a tip that paid the lease then the doorman held the door
Engine cleared its throat we weren't speaking anymore
Hook - female harmonies with male answers
Black glass low lights bass inside the leather
Her perfume and the night air braided up together
Whole town in the mirror gold face on the dial
She said take the long route
I said that's my trial
Black glass low lights let the kick drum roll
Champagne in her laughter little ember in her soul
From the bars on the windows to a roof full of stars
We were raised by the night now the night is ours
Verse 2 - MC 2, harder delivery, rapid internal rhymes
Black lacquer back pressure that motor is a panther
Her gown slipped one strap and the night lost its manners
Snare kicking down doors bass picking every lock
Whole chassis leaning over like a yacht at the dock
Silk lining steel nerves signatures on the mergers
Seen wolves learn the tongue just to sweet-talk the shepherds
They drape velvet on a snare call it first-class seating
I can hear the price shift by the way a man's greeting
Each handshake hides fine print underneath the knuckles
I watch who gets served who wipes who who buckles
Your whole reign is borrowed I can hear it when you brag
Paper crowns dissolve once the cork begins to drag
She asked do you ever switch it off
I loosened up the tie
Let the low end do the talking as the towers wander by
Red glow on her cheek little gold around her eyes
Soon as green hits the glass we dissolve into the lights
Hook - fuller harmonies
Black glass low lights bass inside the leather
Her perfume and the night air braided up together
Whole town in the mirror gold face on the dial
She said take the long route
I said that's my trial
Black glass low lights let the kick drum roll
Champagne in her laughter little ember in her soul
From the bars on the windows to a roof full of stars
We were raised by the night now the night is ours
Breakdown - bass and drums only, MCs trade lines
MC 1
Bridge beams stitched with gold across the roof of the ride
MC 2
Low end got the rearview swaying side to side
MC 1
Her heel on the mat she conducts every kick
MC 2
Diamond wrists drumming on the armrest quick
MC 1
We could park by the water let the whole world pass
MC 2
Watch the penthouse lamps melt down the river like glass
MC 1
Flip the phones face down let the last call fade
MC 2
We can hand the town back when the gray gets made
Final Hook - both MCs female harmonies soaring
Black glass low lights bass inside the leather
Her perfume and the night air braided up together
Whole town in the mirror gold face on the dial
She said take the long route
I said that's my trial
Black glass low lights let the kick drum roll
Champagne in her laughter little ember in her soul
From the bars on the windows to a roof full of stars
We were raised by the night now the night is ours
Outro - drums drop bass continues
She reached toward the volume
I figured she was dialing it down
Quiet laugh
She was not
[Bass
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