Chrome on a Sunday :soul Trap ld p

007FM ldp Ai Radio:The Quiet ThunderStrom

Southern trap-house, relaxed 72 BPM heavy half-time bounce; sliding 808 up front with tight kick, dry clap, rolling hats, mellow electric piano, clean wah-guitar touches, low glitch pulse and wide sunset pads; mature male bass-baritone with warm gravel, conversational clear diction, dry and up-front, stacked low harmonies on hooks; centered vocals, controlled sub, sparse verses and fuller hooks, smooth bass return after the spoken bridge, engine-idle and keys-jingle intro, scratched vocal phrases between sections, fading engine ticks and vinyl hiss

CHROME ON A SUNDAY — DJ DR LOVE

[Intro — deep spoken]
007 FM.
Washed it yesterday.
Now look at that sky.
Yeah...
We taking the long way.

[Hook]
Chrome on a Sunday, sunlight on the hood,
Ain't nowhere to hurry, but it's riding too good.
Bass in the back, little breeze through the crack,
Missed my turn on purpose, I ain't doubling back.
Chrome on a Sunday, let the whole road roll,
Old-school patience with a brand-new low.
Dr Love on the dial, let that needle slide,
Got a whole free afternoon and a clean outside.

[Verse 1]
Towel on my shoulder, last spot on the glass,
Neighbor holler, "Where you going?" I say, "Nowhere fast."
Check the little details, give the mirror one wipe,
Been waiting all week for this kind of light.
Seat got a crease where I always lean,
Dashboard shining, keeping everything clean.
Turn the key over, let the idle settle down,
Then I ease out slow through my side of town.
There's the corner where the old store stood,
Used to buy a cold drink when the change was good.
Now somebody painted it a bright new blue,
Funny how a street can grow old with you.

[Scratch Break]
Chrome-chrome!
Sun-Sunday!
Take the long-long way!

[Verse 2]
Caught a red light next to a young man's ride,
He heard that low note, gave a nod to the side.
I nodded right back, didn't need to say much,
Different generations with the same bass love.
Light turned green, let him go on ahead,
I'm enjoying how the clouds look over that shed.
Got no race to win, no appointment to keep,
Just a song riding shotgun in the passenger seat.
Stopped for a sandwich at a place I know,
Lady at the counter said, "You back for more?"
Said, "Put a little extra of that sauce on mine."
She laughed, "You say that every single time."

[Bridge — spoken]
You can hear a lot riding with the radio off.
But today?
Turn that back up.

[Verse 3]
Sky turning peach when I pull back in,
Got a few little bugs on that shine again.
Guess I'll wipe 'em off when the evening cools,
Right now the porch looking mighty good too.
Keys in the bowl, got the hook in my head,
Tap it on the counter while I'm cutting some bread.
Might make a track out the day I just had,
Little chrome, little sunshine, whole lot of bass.

[Final Hook]
Chrome on a Sunday, let the whole road roll,
Old-school patience with a brand-new low.
Dr Love on the dial, let that needle slide,
Got a whole free afternoon and a clean outside.

[Outro — deep spoken]
Back where I started.
Feeling a whole lot better.
007 FM.
Let that engine cool.

2871/7500

CHROME ON A SUNDAY — DJ DR LOVE [Intro — deep spoken] 007 FM. Washed it yesterday. Now look at that sky. Yeah... We taking the long way. [Hook] Chrome on a Sunday, sunlight on the hood, Ain't nowhere to hurry, but it's riding too good. Bass in the back, little breeze through the crack, Missed my turn on purpose, I ain't doubling back. Chrome on a Sunday, let the whole road roll, Old-school patience with a brand-new low. Dr Love on the dial, let that needle slide, Got a whole free afternoon and a clean outside. [Verse 1] Towel on my shoulder, last spot on the glass, Neighbor holler, "Where you going?" I say, "Nowhere fast." Check the little details, give the mirror one wipe, Been waiting all week for this kind of light. Seat got a crease where I always lean, Dashboard shining, keeping everything clean. Turn the key over, let the idle settle down, Then I ease out slow through my side of town. There's the corner where the old store stood, Used to buy a cold drink when the change was good. Now somebody painted it a bright new blue, Funny how a street can grow old with you. [Scratch Break] Chrome-chrome! Sun-Sunday! Take the long-long way! [Verse 2] Caught a red light next to a young man's ride, He heard that low note, gave a nod to the side. I nodded right back, didn't need to say much, Different generations with the same bass love. Light turned green, let him go on ahead, I'm enjoying how the clouds look over that shed. Got no race to win, no appointment to keep, Just a song riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Stopped for a sandwich at a place I know, Lady at the counter said, "You back for more?" Said, "Put a little extra of that sauce on mine." She laughed, "You say that every single time." [Hook] Chrome on a Sunday, sunlight on the hood, Ain't nowhere to hurry, but it's riding too good. Bass in the back, little breeze through the crack, Missed my turn on purpose, I ain't doubling back. Chrome on a Sunday, let the whole road roll, Old-school patience with a brand-new low. Dr Love on the dial, let that needle slide, Got a whole free afternoon and a clean outside. [Bridge — spoken] You can hear a lot riding with the radio off. But today? Turn that back up. [Verse 3] Sky turning peach when I pull back in, Got a few little bugs on that shine again. Guess I'll wipe 'em off when the evening cools, Right now the porch looking mighty good too. Keys in the bowl, got the hook in my head, Tap it on the counter while I'm cutting some bread. Might make a track out the day I just had, Little chrome, little sunshine, whole lot of bass. [Final Hook] Chrome on a Sunday, let the whole road roll, Old-school patience with a brand-new low. Dr Love on the dial, let that needle slide, Got a whole free afternoon and a clean outside. [Outro — deep spoken] Back where I started. Feeling a whole lot better. 007 FM. Let that engine cool.

0/500