Smoky Mic Chronicles

Yeah, yeah (hahahaha)

Ride through the late shift,

heavy on the gas (skrrt) Counting up the seconds as they fly

past No sleep, no pause,

running on the drive Just the engine hum keeping us alive

Rolling deep under the low clouds (low clouds) Engine talking heavy to

the small crowds Got the bassline kicking in the floorboards

We don't need keys,

we just cut chords (cut

em)

Keep it moving, keep it steady in the fast lane

Slick tires, cold rain

Ride through the late shift,

heavy on the gas (skrrt) Counting up the seconds as they fly

past No sleep, no pause,

running on the drive Just the engine hum keeping us alive

Slow down, filter the sound

(shhhh) Feel the vibration shaking the ground

Yeah, we gone (gone)

Out of the light