Riding Bilin

(yeah) Streets are wet under rain-slicked stone

Back of the estate,

we carve our own

No handouts here, we took the crown

Real heavyweights of this port town (uh-huh)

One more night,

one more ride

Those bright beams on the other side

We don't know where we're gonna go

But we don't wanna take it slow

(let's go)

Rubber burning

on the dockside road

Under pressure, we never fold

Engine roaring,

pedal to the floor

Leaving shadows banging at the door (brap)

One more night,

one more ride

Those bright beams on the other side

We don't know where we're gonna go

But we don't wanna take it slow (yeah)

We don't wanna take it slow (nah)