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Sunrise Die

[Intro] Drawl drip, dark tongue, double-time twist Memphis mud in my lungs when the sun get pissed Bass bang, block bleed, blacktop hiss Cult in the cut, cold-blooded like this [Verse] The asphalt bakes beneath my vintage treads Venom in my vowels when I vandalize the dead We chase the horizon till the mapline shreds Cadence kick quick, crack caps, split heads Golden hours dripping through the threads we wear Grim grits, grit teeth, grip grain, glare No destination needed when we burn the air Dirty-earth demons in the dirt, don’t care The salt air tangles in your uncombed hair Syllable cyclone, sick shit, snare The world’s a reckless playground, bright and rare Rhyme razor, rip ribs, rhyme right, beware We trade our sleep for the thrill of the hunt Sleep-skip, street script, steel-tip stunt Nothing holds us back, not the taunt, not the stunt Not a bitch, not a cop, not a whole damn front Searching for a spark in the darkening tide Sharp shark talk, teeth tap, tongue glide Our pockets may be empty but our dreams our pride But the schemes still scream, triple-beam bedside Every heartbeat is a drum that will not yield Bass-bent blood beat, bang in the field Living like the legends we’ll carve in the field Lit, lawless, low, still lethal, no shield [Chorus] Skin on skin and the heat is rising high Sin-soaked city, see the sweat steam sky I want to feel the way you move and amplify Hip-snap, back-arch, make the whole block cry Taste the freedom dripping from your summer lips Slow sip, slick spit, slide, switch hips Let the friction light the night in molten strips Fuck a limit, let it lick, let it light, let it rip You are the pulse that keeps my fever fierce Vein-vice, vicious, every kiss cut pierce Take me to the edge where the wild veils pierce Past pain, past fear, past God, no church No anchors dragging in the deep blue sand No chain, no chump, no bitch-built brand We are the current in this hollow land Cult current, cursed choir, clap cold hands No ticking clocks to cage our restless frame Just thick smoke, thick thighs, thick flame Finding our kingdom in the unnamed flame Foul mouth, full metal, still fuck the game The sky bleeds purple while the winds collide Dirty south dusk, devil’s tongue, dark tide Nowhere to run with nowhere left to hide So we ride, slow slide, till the sunrise die [Verse] We leave our shadows on the boardwalk planks Ball bats, backbeat, boom in the banks Laughter is the only coin we keep in banks But the slang so sharp that it slice through ranks Racing to the surf till the waves roll in Sea-salt syllables, slick sin, spin Broken rules the bridges that we gladly spin Break, bend, burn shit, built for the win Every breath is victory over the plain Each exhale hex, heavy head-high strain The universe is turning in your palm again Whole world whirl when you work that chain The tension is a wire cutting through the night Tightrope talk, tongue twist, teeth bite Your eyes, an invitation and a warning light Come close, get cut, get blessed in spite We’re standing on the brink of something bright Black-clad bodies in the blacklight bite Let impulse steer the wheel and drive us right Let the fuckin’ full moon map our flight [Chorus] Skin on skin and the heat is rising high Sin-soaked city, see the sweat steam sky I want to feel the way you move and amplify Hip-snap, back-arch, make the whole block cry Taste the freedom dripping from your summer lips Slow sip, slick spit, slide, switch hips Let the friction light the night in molten strips Fuck a limit, let it lick, let it light, let it rip You are the pulse that keeps my fever fierce Vein-vice, vicious, every kiss cut pierce Take me to the edge where the wild veils pierce Past pain, past fear, past God, no church No anchors dragging in the deep blue sand No chain, no chump, no bitch-built brand We are the current in this hollow land Cult current, cursed choir, clap cold hands No ticking clocks to cage our restless frame Just thick smoke, thick thighs, thick flame Finding our kingdom in the unnamed flame Foul mouth, full metal, still fuck the game The sky bleeds purple while the winds collide Dirty south dusk, devil’s tongue, dark tide Nowhere to run with nowhere left to hide So we ride, slow slide, till the sunrise die [x2]