Midnight breath on the glass, red lights bleeding on the chrome, I don’t chase the road tonight… the road is chasing me home. City bends when the bassline moves, black tires writing fire on the avenue, no map, no brakes, no mercy in my eyes, House33 burning through the skyline. I pull up quiet with the thunder underneath, shadow on the corner, gold between my teeth, dashboard glowing like a ritual screen, ghosts in the rearview, but they can’t catch me. Chrome heart, dark lane, one spark, propane, redline talking like it knows my name, I don’t drift for fame I drift through the pain. Feel the pressure in the floor, feel the city wanting more, every corner is a door, every scar becomes a roar. I hear the sirens fade away, I hear the night begin to pray, I hear the engine say my name— MABG, ignite the flame. We slide through the neon, burning like a signal in the rain, too fast for the demons, too cold to remember all the pain. Drift, drift, let the bassline turn, kiss the curve and let the skyline burn, House33 in the midnight lane, I disappear then I rise again. Tokyo lights, Barcelona soul, black road calling, lose control. Drift, drift, frequency shift, MABG with the midnight gift. Carbon smoke on my jacket, moonlight cuts like a blade, every move is automatic, every fear gets erased. I got bass in the bloodstream, neon in the bones, speed like a prophecy written in chrome. No crown, no chain, just rain on the windshield, I turn pain into motion, that’s the way that the myth builds. Slow down the world… let the tires sing. There’s a moment in the turn where everything disappears. No past. No noise. No fear. Only frequency. Redline rising, bassline bending, night keeps calling, no pretending. Turn the corner, break the chain, House33 through electric rain. We slide through the neon, burning like a signal in the rain, too fast for the demons, too cold to remember all the pain. Drift, drift, let the bassline turn, kiss the curve and let the skyline burn, House33 in the midnight lane, I disappear then I rise again. You don’t follow the signal… the signal finds you. © MABG 2026
