Southern Serration

(drift) (yeah, yeah)

Creeping through the dark where the low-ends rumble Heavy-weight steps make the

pavement crumble No light,

just the shade of the backstreet lane

Deep-seated heat in the Southern rain (ahhhh)

Watch the smoke rise from the asphalt cold (yeah)

Another story that was never told

Ride with the shadow,

lean in the slide (ride,

ride)

Deep in the drift with nowhere to hide Heavy-weight heavy-weight

drop the floor (hahaha) Give us the bounce and give us some

more

Fading in the mist with a cold-eyed stare Static in the speakers,

heat in the air We dont talk back when the bassline knocks

Keeping it locked in the bottom-end box (drift)

(yeah) Ride

with the shadow, lean in the slide

(ride, ride) Deep in the drift with nowhere to hide

Heavy-weight heavy-weight

drop the floor (hahaha) Give us the bounce and give us some

more (shhhh)