Cold Chains

Yeah, yeah

We don't count the hours when the city's ours

Turn the bass up high,

driving past the towers (yeah)

Started in the shadow,

now we chase the glow Every single move is clean,

running in slow-mo No morning light can catch us,

we live in the deep end Stacking up the profit with the

circle of my real friends (real talk)

We don't count the hours when the city's ours Turn the bass

up high, driving past the towers (yeah)

Two hundred on the dash,

see the taillights fade

Never looking backward at the plans we made

We bought the whole building just to see the view

And if they talk about us,

tell them nothing's new

(nothing's new)

We don't count the hours when the city's ours

Turn the bass up high,

driving past the towers (yeah)

Driving through

the dark

No headlights on

(ooh, yeah)