Slowburn, let it slowburn burn (έκδοση 2)

Intro

Cinder in the teeth, steam off the skin

Drop that pocket, lock that in

Smolder in the heel, spark in the gut

Keep the door cracked, don't stay shut

Verse 1

Steam off the collar, friction on the brick (brick)

Sub bass ticking like an eight-day wick (wick)

Curb full of rubber, heat in the sole

Spilling out the exit door straight into the coal (coal)

Steel drum smoking on the corner lot

Shoulder blade moving in a steady knot (knot)

Don't rush the tempo, keep it down low

Watch the collarbone shine in the amber glow (glow)

Wrist catch the kick drum, ankle catch the snare

Heavy diesel vapor hanging in the air (air)

Static on the sleeve, static on the tongue

Iron in the breath, iron in the lung (lung)

Match head scraping on the side of the box

Double time shifting through the alleyway blocks (blocks)

Drop don't flash, drop don't burst

Feed it to the marrow till it cures that thirst (thirst)

Chorus

Slowburn, let it slowburn (burn)

Pavement cooking when the ankles turn (turn)

Hold it in the chest, make the cinder churn (churn)

Slowburn, let it slowburn (burn)

Verse 2

Two-thirty-five and the metal stays hot (hot)

Low end crawling from the parking lot (lot)

Sweat run clean down the bridge of the nose

Tapping out the meter through the rip in the clothes (clothes)

Red taillight paint a strip on the shin

Bass rattle tight underneath my skin (skin)

No quick flash, no paper flame

Every single knuckle knows the tempo by name (name)

Chainlink rattling, fence got a hum

Thumping on the zinc like an empty oil drum (drum)

Hip stay centered while the gravel shifts wide

Keep the pilot lit somewhere deep inside (side)

Grease on the curb, heat in the thread

Following the tremor everywhere I tread (tread)

Don't blow the fuse, let the copper wire melt

Rhythm ain't a rumor when the kick is felt (felt)

Chorus

Slowburn, let it slowburn (burn)

Pavement cooking when the ankles turn (turn)

Hold it in the chest, make the cinder churn (churn)

Slowburn, let it slowburn (burn)

Bridge

No sudden blast that dies in the wind

Lock that frequency right where we been (been)

From the marrow to the tendon to the ball of the foot

Leave a ring on the concrete lined with soot (soot)

Up through the ribcage, out through the jaw

Living by the heavy eight-hundred-watt law (law)

Steady, steady, let the furnace take hold

Bake this asphalt into copper and gold (gold)

Outro

Keep the wire hot (hot)

Hold the red line (line)

Down to the ash

Right on the one