Low Lane Groove

Yeah. George on the line.

Keep it low. Keep

the air clear. Watch the clock sweep,

boots on the concrete floor Quiet in the hall,

slipping past the kitchen door Got the sub vibrating down beneath my

feet Steady little cadence keeping time upon the street It's George in

the middle, carving out the lane Clean cold focus running through my

brain (tap tap)

Pressure underneath the floor,

steady hands in place

Catch the little details written on my face

Drop it

down,

here it comes.

Heavy sub-bass moving through the frame

Call me George, you already know the name

(hear it now)

Clear out the room,

let the kick drum run Cool and collected till the night is

done!

Pocket full of tokens and the rhythm in the vein

Never rush the drop,

let the bottom lane remain

Weaving through the kick drum,

snappy on the snare Taking every breath like I'm living out of

air Keep the tempo sprinting,

nobody can stall Heavyweight punch hitting right against the wall (check it)

Glass on the wood,

never letting anything slip

Steady with the pace,

keeping focus on the grip

Feel the strike, let it roll!

Heavy sub-bass moving through the frame Call me George,

you already know the name (let it knock) Clear out the room,

let the kick drum run Cool and collected till the night is

done!

Just the low end

and the breath.

Room to think.

Nothing left to prove.

(listen close) Bring the drums back into groove!

Heavy sub-bass moving through the frame

Call me George, you already know the name (that's right) Clear out

the room, let the kick drum run

Cool and collected till the night is done!

That's George on the track.

Keep the low end clean. (yeah)