[INTRO — LOW SUB-BASS RUMBLE, DARK ATMOSPHERE] [FEMALE SPOKEN VOICE — MATURE, DEEP, SMOKY, SULTRY, SLOW AND CONFIDENT] "Mmmm... Devil's Underground Inc..." [SHORT PAUSE — WHISPERING ECHO] "Where darkness has a voice..." [FEMALE VOICE — DEEPER, SINISTER, PLAYFUL] "Presenting... DEVIL... DEATH." [DEEP DEMONIC CHUCKLE — 808 BASS DROP] [HAUNTED BANJO, SLIDE GUITAR, RATTLING HI-HATS] [DEVIL — DEEP GRAVELLY SPOKEN] Heh... two roads, one midnight. Funny how life works, ain't it? Rob... this one's from the heart. Hahaha... let's ride. [VERSE 1 — SOUTHERN TRAP RAP, HEAVY 808] Blacktop shining underneath the purple glow, Forty-one years, still got miles left to go. Head full of memories, heart full of scars, Hunting a little peace beneath these stars. Seen a friendly smile turn colder than a grave, Seen the ones I trusted take more than they gave. Scorpio mind, yeah, I remember every face, But not everybody's out to take my place. Bass in the trunk, rain on the glass, A little bit of future, whole lot of past. I write what I live, let the speakers tell truth, Ain't pretending I'm an angel, got the Devil in my roots. [PRE-CHORUS — WEEPING SLIDE GUITAR, LOW RASP] Sometimes two roads cross in the dead of night, Two strangers find a little bit of light. Don't know what's waiting around that bend, Every good story starts somewhere, my friend. [HOOK — GRITTY COUNTRY EDGE, TRAP BASS] LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE NIGHT ROLL ON! TWO DARK SOULS STILL SINGING OUR SONG! BLACK HEARSE ROLLING! PURPLE IMPALA GLOW! WE AIN'T GOTTA KNOW WHERE THIS ROAD WILL GO! LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE HEADLIGHTS SHINE! ONE MORE MILE DOWN THAT COUNTY LINE! NO FAKE PROMISES! NO NEED TO PRETEND! LET THE ROAD SHOW US WHERE THE STORY BEGINS! [VERSE 2 — FASTER TRAP FLOW, DARK BANJO] I heard something in the music, honest and raw, Wasn't hunting for a friend, wasn't chasing applause. A voice inside the darkness, cutting through a different beat, Made me stop what I was doing, take a seat. You got Clocked Out Ink, I got Underground Inc., Two kinds of darkness, closer than folks think. Ain't about the crown or who gets the most plays, It's the truth behind the music that outlives the praise. Ain't no contract for friendship, no blood oath to sign, No need to force a future before it gets its time. Just respect for what you're building and the heart behind the art, Sometimes a single song is a damn good place to start. [BREAKDOWN — BEAT CUT, LONE GUITAR, RAIN] [DEVIL — CLOSE-MIC SPOKEN, SINCERE] Rob... I know I came outta nowhere... Like a goddamn RKO! [LOW CHUCKLE] That first song I heard from you... "No Pulse All Bass"... Man, I felt something I couldn't ignore. Then you sent me a reply song... And brother, that meant a hell of a lot more than you probably realize. I wasn't looking for anything. Wasn't trying to prove a damn thing. But somewhere in all that darkness... I saw somebody I could call a friend. And maybe... one day... a brother. But like you said... Brotherhood ain't something you just say. It's something you build. And Rob? I'd like to see where this road takes us. [808 DROP — FAST HI-HATS, DIRTY GUITAR] [VERSE 3 — AGGRESSIVE SOUTHERN TRAP RAP] Black '67, purple lights underneath, Tires humming low to the midnight beat. Black hearse alongside, riding side by side, No race, no competition, just enjoying the ride. Whole lot of stories we ain't even told, Two roads finding company out in the cold. I ain't promising forever or selling you a dream, But I respect the man behind the darker theme. If tomorrow brings another track, I'll listen to it too, The same respect you showed me, I'm giving back to you. Keep your kingdom, I'll keep mine, let the miles unwind, What we build is worth more than a slogan or a line. [BRIDGE — LONELY SLIDE GUITAR, HAUNTED PIANO] [DEVIL — DEEP RASPY COUNTRY-TINGED MELODY] Some roads lead to heartbreak, Some roads lead you home. Some roads teach you lessons You never would've known. Sometimes in the darkness, When you least expect a friend, Another set of headlights Comes shining around the bend. [FINAL HOOK — FULL TRAP DRUMS, COUNTRY GUITAR] LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE NIGHT ROLL ON! TWO DARK SOULS STILL SINGING OUR SONG! BLACK HEARSE ROLLING! PURPLE IMPALA GLOW! WE AIN'T GOTTA KNOW WHERE THIS ROAD WILL GO! LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE HEADLIGHTS SHINE! ONE MORE MILE DOWN THAT COUNTY LINE! NO FAKE PROMISES! NO NEED TO PRETEND! LET THE ROAD DECIDE WHERE THIS STORY ENDS! [OUTRO — BANJO, 808 FADE, TWO ENGINES] [DEVIL — LOW GRAVELLY SPOKEN] Heh... you keep doing your thing, Rob. I'll keep my purple smoke. No big promises, just miles ahead. Much respect, brother. We ain't fucking done tonight. [THUNDER — ENGINE FADE]
