Sub kicking low in the gravel (versión 3)

Intro

Sub kicking low in the gravel

Pavement clicking when the laces unravel

Watch the strip wake up

Yeah, watch the strip wake up

Verse 1

Curbside steaming, kick drum rattling the glass (glass)

Half-past four and the avenue moving fast (fast)

Rubber on the curb, got the bass line in the hip

Sweat along the collar, silver hoop against the lip

Neon flickering out, amber blinking on the pole (pole)

Tension in the calf, let the tempo take control (troll)

Left foot, right foot, heavy on the stone

Speakers down the alley shaking marrow in the bone (bone)

Shoulders dropping down, keeping count across the grid

Watch the skyline crack like a kettle on a lid

Pavement humming where the eight-o-eight hits (hits)

Ribcage knocking, ain't nobody gonna quit

Tires on the wet street hiss in the key

Every single block turning wire into beat (beat)

Horizon turning gray with a sliver of the pink

Lock it in the stride, didn't even have to blink (blink)

Chorus

Chase the light till dawn, chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Asphalt catching heat, keep the rhythm moving on (on)

Chase the light till dawn, chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Shadow on the curb, now the dark is almost gone (gone)

Verse 2

Corner bodega rolling up the metal door (door)

Sneakers squeaking rhythm on the linoleum floor (floor)

Cup of black roast, paper sleeve in my grip

Steam in the air matching rhythm with the trip

Cables overhead cutting cross the violet sky (sky)

Bass vibrating upward through the ankle to the thigh (thigh)

Street sweep rolling, heavy brush on the lane

Rumble in the gutter like a low-frequency train (train)

We don't need a ride when the body is the gear (gear)

Spit another pattern make the alley echo clear (clear)

Elbows bent, keep the cadence on the stripe

Yellow line glowing under halogen pipe

Five-twenty-two on the digital display (play)

Pulse never drops, pushing shadows out the way (way)

Skin taking copper from the first little beam

Pavement is the engine and the breath is the steam (steam)

Chorus

Chase the light till dawn, chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Asphalt catching heat, keep the rhythm moving on (on)

Chase the light till dawn, chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Shadow on the curb, now the dark is almost gone (gone)

Bridge

Heel, toe, snap, let the snare clap back

Sun hits the brick and the brick hits back (back)

No sleep in the frame, no lag in the stride

Every single block let the current coincide (cide)

Sky turning copper on the corner of the lot

Hold the frequency down till the blacktop hot (hot)

Count four, count eight, watch the skyline drop

Outro

Chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Chase the light till dawn (dawn)

Daylight hitting the concrete

Stop.