Bassline Chronicles

Yeah, check the low end on the

cone Concrete

stories turning into stone

Listen close

now

Corner bodega where the awning drips slow Watching seven trains roll while

the clock takes its toll I was writing out maps on the

back of brown sacks Counting every silver coin,

never stepping on the cracks Mister Ramos sweeping up the salt from

the stoop Told me life ain't a sprint,

boy, it's looping in a loop Keep your heels in the dirt

and your chin up high Every seed in the pavement's reaching for

the sky

When the subs drop down,

feel it in your chest We been working all night,

put the doubts to rest

Heavy bass shaking up the floorboards clean Chasing down a reality inside

of the dream (yeah,

inside the dream)

Saw the seasons flip over like a page in a notebook Every

scar on my knuckle is a lesson that it took Used to

wonder if the noise from the avenue would fade Now I harvest

all the rhythm from the promises we made Built a fortress out

of parchment, ink from a well Got a thousand different truths that

I promised I would tell No illusions on the dash,

just the rumble and the drive When the frequencies hit,

man, it makes you feel alive

When the subs drop down,

feel it in your chest We been working all night,

put the doubts to rest

Heavy bass shaking up the floorboards clean Chasing down a reality inside

of the dream (let the woofer breathe)

Strip the noise away,

what's left on the line?

Just a human soul taking up its time

Turn the key, let the pressure start to build Every promise that

we made is a promise fulfilled

When the subs drop down,

feel it in your chest We been working all night,

put the doubts to rest

Heavy bass shaking up the floorboards clean Chasing down a reality inside

of the dream

(feel it in the floor)

Let it shake the rear view

Keep your eyes on the road ahead

Concrete to gold (hummmm)