Cracked Chrome Glow

Cracked phone screen lighting up the dark

Chrome rim glowing by the concrete park

She wears the silk dress anyway

Behind the velvet ropes where the heavy sub-bass plays (so hot)

Let it spin,

let it shine

VIP booth, frozen in time (ahhh)

Chrome heat, VIP seat

Cracked screen, catching the beat

We wear the night like we own the floor

So heavy now,

give me some more (more!)

Still hot to the touch,

no regrets

Flashes of silver and silhouettes

We don't need a pristine view

Just the sub-bass cutting through

Cracked screen, shiny scene (yeah)