Curfew Chronicles

Yeah, yeah

West Coast connection

Let's get it

Nine AM court date,

judge looks down at the file Lawyer whispering 'remain calm' with a

fake smile Ten-thirty out the door,

beat the rap once again Eleven AM back in the booth with

some old friends Tension in the air,

but the pen keeps moving Underdogs winning while the radio is grooving

We riding through the pressure,

we keep the engine clean From the courthouse to the stage,

if you know what I mean

Yeah, we rise up,

they can't lock down the sound (hahaha)

Twelve-thirty PM, engineer is turning up the gain Spitting heavy truth,

releasing all the daily pain From the concrete steps to the velvet

gold plaques Keeping it authentic,

stacking up the facts No pop hooks here,

just the real street vibe West side motion,

moving with the whole tribe

We riding through the pressure,

we keep the engine clean From the courthouse to the stage,

if you know what I mean Yeah,

we rise up, they can't lock down the sound (yeah)

Yeah,

court dismissed

Back to the lab (ahhhh)