[Intro] Late night, warm light, smoke in the air, Beat rolling heavy from the room to the stairs. Then an old grey pigeon drops out of the sky, Lands on the rooftop like he knows exactly why. He looks back slow, tilts his head to the right... Like, "Yeah... this might be my kind of night." [Verse 1] Old pigeon sitting on the edge of the roof, Grey little gentleman, looking bulletproof. One eye on me, one eye on the moon, Watching my hands while I'm building the tune. Kick drum knocking and the bass runs deep, Whole damn city getting ready to sleep. Smoke from the joint makes a cloud in the glow, Hash in the air and the chili cooking slow. He takes one step, then another my way, Like an old invited friend who's decided to stay. Down to the balcony, cool as can be, Puts his feet on the railing and starts watching me. [Pre-Chorus] And when the bass goes boom-boom-boom, His little head goes zoom-zoom-zoom, I swear that bird knows every tune— Old pigeon dancing underneath the moon. [CHORUS / HOOK] Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Pigeon on the rail — don't fly away! Left, right, bounce to the bass, Old grey bird with a smile on his face. Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Smoke goes up while the music plays. Chili hot and the night feels right— PIGEON ON THE RAIL ALL NIGHT, ALL NIGHT! All night! All night! Pigeon on the rail all night! [Verse 2] Now he's leaning on the railing like he pays the rent, I don't know where he came from or where he went. Maybe twenty rooftops, maybe twenty years, Maybe heard a thousand songs with those little old ears. I turn the snare up, let the rhythm breathe, He puffs his chest like, "That's what I need." I take one pull, put the joint back down, And my feathered little brother starts bobbing around. No invitation, no name, no plan, Just me making music and my rooftop fan. And somehow tonight, in this strange little place, That old pigeon understands the bass. [CHORUS / HOOK] Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Pigeon on the rail — don't fly away! Left, right, bounce to the bass, Old grey bird with a smile on his face. Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Smoke goes up while the music plays. Chili hot and the night feels right— PIGEON ON THE RAIL ALL NIGHT, ALL NIGHT! All night! All night! Pigeon on the rail all night! [Breakdown] Head to the right... Beat to the left... BOOM. There he goes again. Head to the right... Beat to the left... BOOM. My little grey friend. Smoke in the sky, Chili on fire, Turn that bass A little bit higher. Higher... Higher... Old pigeon says— HIGHER! [FINAL CHORUS] Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Pigeon on the rail — don't fly away! Left, right, bounce to the bass, Old grey bird with a smile on his face. Pigeon on the rail — hey, hey! Smoke goes up while the music plays. Chili hot and the night feels right— PIGEON ON THE RAIL ALL NIGHT, ALL NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! PIGEON ON THE RAIL ALL NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! OLD GREY PIGEON FEEL THE VIBE! [Outro] Then the beat goes quiet. Morning paints the buildings gold. He looks back at me... tilts his head to the right... One little flap. And he's gone. But every time that bass hits right— Pigeon on the rail... Hey, hey... Pigeon on the rail... Don't fly away...
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