Bassline Dyin'

Intro

Skrrrt

Yeah

Uh

Verse 1

Box Chevy sittin' low on them twenties

Block hot, spirits talkin' heavy

Late night creepin' through the industrial city

Shadow on the dash, voice sayin' "ain't no pity"

Blessed the concrete with the tire smoke

Ghost in the rearview, laughin' at the old jokes

Couple bodies in the trunk, couple more in the pavement

Couple friends turned hollow, couple prayers I wasted

Chorus

Bangin' in the Chevy, pistons pumpin' violence

Demons in the trunk, can't hear 'em for the silence

Melody of murder, synthesizer cryin'

Gangster music loud, and the bassline's dyin'

Verse 2

Finger on the trigger, other hand on the wheel

Ridin' with the reaper, lettin' him feel

What it's like to be mortal, watchin' from the back seat

Smellin' like the cologne and the asphalt concrete

Phone buzzin' static, voices from the grave

Tellin' me the next move, the choice I gotta make

Echo through the speaker, "ain't no turnin' back"

Shotgun pumpin' slow, steady on the track

Chorus

Bangin' in the Chevy, pistons pumpin' violence

Demons in the trunk, can't hear 'em for the silence

Melody of murder, synthesizer cryin'

Gangster music loud, and the bassline's dyin'

Bridge

Mama said the road I'm on

Leads to nowhere, leads to gone

But the Chevy hums a different song

Tells me right, tells me wrong

Chorus

Bangin' in the Chevy, pistons pumpin' violence

Demons in the trunk, can't hear 'em for the silence

Melody of murder, synthesizer cryin'

Gangster music loud, and the bassline's dyin'