Bins, Beamer & G-Wagons

Late-night lane, I roll quiet Chrome talk when I glide by it

{filtered pad swell, distant siren synth}

G-wagon doors, that heavy sound

Bins on the dash,

I count it down

Beamer lanes, we switchin’ route

City move, but I don’t shout (uh)

{add crisp

hats, bring 808

forward}

I don’t chase, I just arrive

Tint so dark, I disappear

When the bass hit,

I feel alive

Hold my breath, the hook is near (ooh)

{pad opens, riser into hook}

G-wagon glide, bins in my lap

Beamer behind me, still on the map

Ambient sky when the sub go black

I don’t talk much,

I let it slap

(yeah) {ambient hook lead,

wider drums} (oh-oh) (uh) {beat drops to 808 + pad,

vocal chops} Bins too neat,

I fold it flat

G-wagon stance, I like it matte

Beamer flash, then it’s gone

I keep pace ‘til the night is on

(yeah) {bring back full drums,

add

counter-melody}

Silence in the cabin,

just the gauge

Windows up, I’m off the page

If you blink, I changed the scene

Same three letters

on the screen (ahhhh)

{switch to airy chords,

remove hats}

G-wagon glide, bins in my lap

Beamer behind me, still on the map

Ambient sky when the sub go black

I don’t talk much,

I let it slap

(yeah) {add extra harmony,

bigger 808}

G-wagon…

bins…

Beamer… (ooh)

{fade pads, 808

tails, filtered

hats fade-out}