808 — Mikhail Stadnichenko

Текст песни

(dark pad swell, 808 hum)
Yeah... midnight run.
No brakes.

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the road
City lights bleed through the fog
Engine purring like a warning
Every block knows my name

Slow lane — no, I don't think so
Low profile — but they all see me
One rule — don't look back

Hands on the wheel, grip tight
Dark city, neon night
We move silent, we move deep
This is how the mafia sleep
Hands on the wheel

Rearview clear — no friends behind
Chrome reflection, cold state of mind
Bass shaking up the pavement
Every shadow pays me payment

(808 drop out, pads only)
They talk... we drive.
They dream... we own.
Night belongs to the silent ones.

Hands on the wheel.
Engine cold. City sold.
(dark pad fade, hi-hat scatter)