[Verse 1 - Male melodic rap] White paint, black wheels, dust along the side That old Ram clears its throat, you’re all ready to ride You drop into the seat, give the speaker a tap Say, “Play that one I like,” with your head leaned back Flowmaster underneath, bass deep in the cab That low note hits the seat and you start to laugh Say, “That thing still thinks it’s young.” Funny, so do I When your song comes on [Chorus - Male sung] Let that Hemi talk Let that low note roll White truck, black wheels, and a song we both know Take the long way ’round Let the evening take its time Let that Hemi talk, girl, that grin says you don’t mind [Verse 2 - Male melodic rap] Turn where the pavement ends, watch the tall pines pass Your hand keeps time on that dusty dash The phone goes quiet, but the cab isn’t done You call out the refrain before the singer comes on No stage for miles, no crowd in sight But you can’t tell us that tonight [Chorus - Male sung] Let that Hemi talk Let that low note roll White truck, black wheels, and a song we both know Take the long way ’round Let the evening take its time Let that Hemi talk, girl, that grin says you don’t mind [Bridge - Male half-sung] You tap the dash at the turn for home “Not yet, baby, leave that song on” [Verse 3 - Male, smiling melodic rap] The next low note lands; you quit singing for a beat, Then laugh and tap the rhythm with your hand against the seat. I turn it up a little; you lean back into the sound— That bass comes rolling through, and you don't want it turning down. Your shoulders find the pocket when the snare comes snapping in; I catch that look you give me, here we go again. All that room between the pines, all that blue left in the sky; You say, "Play that part again." I say, "You read my mind." [Bass Break - 8 bars, same heavy half-time pocket] [Let the bass lead: centered sustained sub notes alternate with a defined syncopated midbass answer. Keep the kick distinct, leave space for the hard snare, and use short gritty slide replies. Develop the source bass figure; no fade, restart or engine effects.] [Bass Break - Male, sparse sung calls] Let that low note roll. Yeah—let it roll. [Verse 4 - Male, relaxed melodic rap] By the time we make the driveway, you ain't reaching for the door; You point back at the speakers, say, "That part—give me some more." I lean the seat back just a little, let that last refrain come through; You sing it like you're on a stage; I turn and sing to you. The motor's resting quiet, but that bass is wide awake; That dashboard glow keeps catching every smile you make. You laugh at how we missed the words, then find the hook in time; One more chorus in that old Ram, your hand laid over mine. [Final Chorus - Male sung with harmony] Let that Hemi talk Let that low note roll White truck, black wheels, and a song we both know Take the long way ’round Let the evening take its time Let that Hemi talk, girl, that grin says you don’t mind [Outro - Male lightly sung] White paint, black wheels Let that Hemi talk [Instrumental Ending - 4 bars] [The familiar muted guitar answers the hook; let the last centered low note sustain naturally, then resolve the band together. No early fade.]
