Ride Low, Ride Slow

Intro

Yeah, yeah, ayy

(Skrrt) ride slow, ride low

Uh, uh, ayy

(ha- ha) ta-ta-touch the chrome

Verse

Tires whisper on wet blacktop, midnight in the mirror (yeah)

Leather seat, low beam, I don't need a clearer picture (uh)

Smoke curl like a slow script, vinyl crackle in the mix

Hand on the wheel, heartbeat steady, cold wrist, cold fix

Rearview full of stories I don't wanna read again (no)

Concrete hymn, alley hymn, my regrets wear denim

Paper folded, cash low, but the vibe stay heavy

Silver chain, old flame, vodka breath like Chevy (skrrt)

I move like a rumor that won't leave a room alone (alright)

My name on a faded flyer, scratched into chrome

City breath like a motor, lungs full of gasoline (yuh)

Radio plays a sample from a tape I used to dream in

Slow drums and hollow kicks, trance of a one-way lane

Headlights cut the fog like a blade through rain

I count the scars on the dashboard, count the nights I won

Count the times that I almost left but then I kept on

(ayy) pedal down, bass low, shadow play on my skin

That's how the story begins, that's how the story wins (uh-huh)

Chorus

Ride low, ride slow, feel the trunk go boom (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, midnight in the room (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, neon-free blue swoon (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, keep it on, resume (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, feel the trunk go boom (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, midnight in the room (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, blue lights in the boom (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, keep it on, resume (yeah, ayy)

Verse

Handwritten verses, cigarette ash on the page (uh)

I fold the lines like maps that lead to another stage

Backseat confessions, whispered not to ears but glass

I toast the past with something that tastes like brass

Chrome smiles, crooked miles, we collect these small crimes

License plate poetry, ciphered in time

I trade a truth for a melody, then I lace it with smoke

A hundred faces in the fog, but only one I know

This alley knows my heartbeat, this vinyl knows my name

The roof leaks rhythm, the rain plays no blame

I move through minor chords, major scars on display

My rearview filled with ghosts that learned how to stay (stay)

No siren, no parade, just the hum of a fuse

Circuit through my bones, a map of rescue cues

I count the gloss on the moon, the way it bends on chrome

I keep a small rebellion tucked inside the dome

(ayy) ta-ta-touch the throttle, let the siren sleep

We steal a little silence, little promises we keep

Skrrt in the alley, skrrt past the block (skrrt)

Lights blink like punctuation, stop, continue, stop (yeah)

Chorus

Ride low, ride slow, feel the trunk go boom (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, midnight in the room (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, blue haze on the gloom (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, keep it on, resume (ride, ride)

Ride low, ride slow, feel the trunk go boom (ride, ride)

Rid