Lou to Vegas Vibes

Yeah, yeah

St. Louis to the desert

(Vegas) Different clock but the same blood,

man {atmospheric trap pad,

sparse hi-hat ticks, filtered

808 sub} They don't know about Vess Soda in a plastic cup

Or Emo's Pizza, square cut,

we fold it up

Yeah we out in Vegas where the clocks are spinning late

But I still dream of Ted Drewes on my plate

Yeah, St. Louis on my chest,

we don't change state

(yeah, we don't change) Out here on the Strip,

the bright lights never fold But I'm thinking 'bout that St.

Louis style, hot and gold Chinese food in the Lou,

nothing else can compare

Saint Paul sandwich with the gravy right there Now I'm three hours

back, different time, different zone But the 314 is forever my home

Yeah, running through the desert but my roots in the mud That

Mississippi water running deep in my blood

{intense double-time hi-hats} They don't know about Vess Soda in a plastic

cup

Or Emo's Pizza, square cut,

we fold it up Yeah we out in Vegas where the clocks

are spinning late

But I still dream of Ted Drewes on my plate

Yeah, St. Louis on my chest,

we don't change state

(never

change)

Used to walk down Grand,

now I'm walking down the Strip Stacking up these chips but I'm

remembering the trip No custard in the desert gonna taste like Ted

Drewes No pizza in NV got the cheese we use

Different clock, different life,

but the spirit remains You can take me out the Lou but

you can't break the chains (never) {pitch bend on

808 bass, snare roll}

Yeah

St. Louis in my soul

Vegas in my view

But I'll always be a kid from the Lou

(Vess Soda, Emo's, Ted Drewes) Yeah {music slowly fades,

isolated 808, lingering

pad}