Slow Ride Creed

Yeah This one for the sound that raised us And everything it

became

I was just a little kid,

didn’t know another way Mixed up in my head,

trying to find a better place Then the sound came on,

I could feel it in my soul Something moved inside me I

still can’t let go My whole family had rhythm,

everybody had a vibe I couldn’t even name it,

I just knew I came alive Didn’t know why a record made

the whole room change But soon as that bass hit,

everything made sense

The house became the club,

every room became a street Smoke in the air,

low end underneath my feet My daddy didn’t like it—that only made

me smile Because somewhere in that sound,

I had discovered my own style It got me from the ordinary,

carried me away Made a safe little world feel bigger every day

Before I knew the future,

before I had a plan That music understood me before anybody can

I heard something in it They couldn’t hear yet

A future in the low end I never could forget

This one for the sound that raised us For the ones who

made a way

For the slow rides through the city And the records that still

play Take the soul they handed to us Let it live another

day Keep the past inside the rhythm Put the future in the

bass

Old soul,

new wave Same roots,

new day We don’t have to leave it behind We just carry

it another way (carry it another way)

Young kid running through the streets of H-Town Purple city,

trunk knock, you already know the sound Candy paint under lights,

everybody dressed clean Cars sitting low like they rolled out of a

dream I was only having fun,

didn’t know another way Smoking sweets,

blowing time, letting music lead the day Felt it in my fingers,

felt it moving through my toes Something that sweet could make the

whole damn city glow

Everybody had a reason why the sound would never last Too slow,

too local, too strange,

too tied up in the past I argued every point because I

knew it from the start What they called a little corner had

the whole world in its heart Now they bend the tempo,

let the bottom drag behind Use the same slow pressure we were

hearing all the time They finally caught the feeling,

but we knew it from first play That sound was already tomorrow

dressed up like yesterday

(old soul... new wave...

yeah)