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Analog System Underground

imalasman

· 4:03 · 48 plays · v2.2

Lyrics

so deep

808 low, let the feeling creep

Post-Chorus

Ooh, let it ride now

Slide, slide, slide

(Yeah, we slide, we slide)

Verse 2

Faders on the deck, make 'em spit and spin

Scratch that vinyl, hear the night begin

Eyes on the process, code and circuit blend

We vibe underground, where the pulses send

Pre-Chorus

Bassline rolling like a tide

Machine dreams, nowhere to hide

Robot voices harmonize

Synthetic groove, electrified

Chorus

Groove machine sliding under my skin

Analog system where it all begins

Computer rhythms with a soul so deep

808 low, let the feeling creep

Post-Chorus

Ooh, let it ride now

Slide, slide, slide

(Yeah, we slide, we slide)

Chorus

Groove machine sliding under my skin

Analog system where it all begins

Computer rhythms with a soul so deep

808 low, let the feeling creep

Post-Chorus

Ooh, let it ride now

Slide, slide, slide

(Yeah, we slide, we slide)

Verse 2

Faders on the deck, make 'em spit and spin

Scratch that vinyl, hear the night begin

Eyes on the process, code and circuit blend

We vibe underground, where the pulses send

Pre-Chorus

Bassline rolling like a tide

Machine dreams, nowhere to hide

Robot voices harmonize

Synthetic groove, electrified

Chorus

Groove machine sliding under my skin

Analog system where it all begins

Computer rhythms with a soul so deep

808 low, let the feeling creep

Post-Chorus

Ooh, let it ride now

Slide, slide, slide

(Yeah, we slide, we slide)

Chorus

Groove machine sliding under my skin

Analog system where it all begins

Computer rhythms with a soul so deep

808 low, let the feeling creep

Post-Chorus

Ooh, let it ride now

Slide, slide, slide

(Yeah, we slide, we slide)

Verse 2

Faders on the deck, make 'em spit and spin

Scratch that vinyl, hear the night begin

Eyes on the process, code and circuit blend

We vibe underground, where the pulses send

Pre-Chorus

Bassline rolling like a tide

Machine dreams, nowhere to hide

Robot voices harmonize

Synthetic groove, electrified

Chorus

Groove machine sliding under my skin

Analog system where it all begins

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