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}