Metal Monkey (tattboy x DJ Johnz Pulzer UK Remix)

Metal Monkey (tattboy x DJ Johnz Pulzer UK Remix) Metal Monkey Lyrics by TATTBOY HOLDEN - Months Ago and 10/9/2026 [Verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city epic lights Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [Verse 2] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience Just shadows on the ground [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain [break] [chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain [Verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street below The rasp of lungs commands the rhythmic flow Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city epic lights He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves ignite the flame [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [Verse 2] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience Just shadows on the ground [Pre-Chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stands to stare [Chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain [Bridge] Every dent a story, every scar a line On this concrete canvas, truly divine He's chasing something that the daylight can't define A freedom found when the world's left behind [break] chorus] He’s the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight in the pouring rain [verse] Scuffed alloy scrapes the gritty street The rasp of lungs commands the beat Darkness curls between the bricks so tight He carves his path into the city light Welded pipes against his trembling frame Where movement ends and nerves aflame [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stops to stare [chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [verse] Cold machinery breathes just like his own A king of rusted corners all alone One sharp spin turns the world around No audience just shadows on the ground [pre-chorus] The back-wheel spins a secret in the air A silent dance where no one stops to stare [chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the narrow lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [break] [chorus] He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Metal Monkey etching circles in the rain Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity's a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night Writing stories with his wheels in flight [outro] Turning steel into a map of pain Gravity’s a chain he breaks again A flash of silver in the dead of night He's the kinetic ghost of the alley lane Writing stories with his wheels in flight in the pouring rain [outro]