SPOOKYCREAM

deep dubstep, minimal techno, deep house, UK garage, UK bass, dark trap, psybass, drum and bass

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Verse 1
Midnight drop, the streetlights flicker and fail,
Got that chilling feeling, followin' the ice cream trail.
It ain't Mister Softee, ain't no happy-face sticker,
The music box is broken, the rhythm's gettin' quicker.
(Wick-wick-wicka)
Tinted windows black, chrome rims on the ground,
Slow crawl, heavy bass, hear the silence around.
Drivin' through the bloc, puttin' fear in the mix,
Gotta roll up tight, checkin' all the little tricks.
This ain't for the kids, this is a deep meditation,
Spooky season special, street corner graduation.

Verse 2
Pulled up to the stop sign, saw you starin' through the glass,
Had to slow the whip, let the moment gently pass.
In the sky, you fine girl, you look like ice cream cone,
Strawberry swirl, cherry on top, sittin' on your own throne. (Yeah!)
Gold chain meltin', drippin' like soft serve,
Every look you throwin', hit me with a smooth curve.
Forget the grim ride, you the only thing that's bright,
Turning the midnight madness to a perfect spotlight.
Yeah, the truck is dark, but your presence changed the flow,
Now the whole neighborhood got that vanilla glow.

Bridge
It's cold fusion, ice grill on the chassis,
The whole block knows the legend, they never gon' pass it.
The jingle gets louder, hold on tight, hold on tight,
Sweet tooth nightmare, fade into the street light.
One minute it's here, the next it's gone with the wind,
But that icy memory lingers 'til the weekend begins.

Outro
Nightmare Whipper... We out.
Find your flavor, or your fear...
(Fade)

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Hook They say it’s just a tune, but I know what it means, The Nightmare Whipper is cruisin' through your dreams. Catch the bloc on the low, shadow on the cement, Sweetest sound in the hood, but the message it sent. Ice cold mission, yeah, we breakin' the pavement, If you hear that jingle, you better pay attention. Verse 1 Midnight drop, the streetlights flicker and fail, Got that chilling feeling, followin' the ice cream trail. It ain't Mister Softee, ain't no happy-face sticker, The music box is broken, the rhythm's gettin' quicker. (Wick-wick-wicka) Tinted windows black, chrome rims on the ground, Slow crawl, heavy bass, hear the silence around. Drivin' through the bloc, puttin' fear in the mix, Gotta roll up tight, checkin' all the little tricks. This ain't for the kids, this is a deep meditation, Spooky season special, street corner graduation. Hook They say it’s just a tune, but I know what it means, The Nightmare Whipper is cruisin' through your dreams. Catch the bloc on the low, shadow on the cement, Sweetest sound in the hood, but the message it sent. Ice cold mission, yeah, we breakin' the pavement, If you hear that jingle, you better pay attention. Verse 2 Pulled up to the stop sign, saw you starin' through the glass, Had to slow the whip, let the moment gently pass. In the sky, you fine girl, you look like ice cream cone, Strawberry swirl, cherry on top, sittin' on your own throne. (Yeah!) Gold chain meltin', drippin' like soft serve, Every look you throwin', hit me with a smooth curve. Forget the grim ride, you the only thing that's bright, Turning the midnight madness to a perfect spotlight. Yeah, the truck is dark, but your presence changed the flow, Now the whole neighborhood got that vanilla glow. Bridge It's cold fusion, ice grill on the chassis, The whole block knows the legend, they never gon' pass it. The jingle gets louder, hold on tight, hold on tight, Sweet tooth nightmare, fade into the street light. One minute it's here, the next it's gone with the wind, But that icy memory lingers 'til the weekend begins. Hook They say it’s just a tune, but I know what it means, The Nightmare Whipper is cruisin' through your dreams. Catch the bloc on the low, shadow on the cement, Sweetest sound in the hood, but the message it sent. Ice cold mission, yeah, we breakin' the pavement, If you hear that jingle, you better pay attention. Outro Nightmare Whipper... We out. Find your flavor, or your fear... (Fade)

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