[Intro FX: Warm Lo-Fi & Spacious Ambient Mix] [FX: Smooth Vocal Reverb & Lo-Fi Phone Filter] [Intro: Soft Electric Piano & Phone Ringing FX] [Phone Filter Voice - Male] "Hey Bri... it's me. It's late out here, just walking through Shibuya. These foreign cars crazy, but they ain't home. Give the kids a kiss for me. I love you." [Click. Dial Tone FX] [Beat Drop: Warm Sub-Bass & Southern Trap Hi-Hats] [Ad-libs: "Yeah", "Mmm", "Tokyo", "Foreign"] [Soft Vox Tag] Dex-ter tempo, uh [Chorus: Smooth Melodic Lo-Fi Crooning] Dexter tempo in Japan, see the neon when it gleam Sliding foreign through Shibuya like I’m floating in a dream Late-night ramen, got my keys up on the plate Cruisin’ in the city in that turbo by the gate We taking it slow through the stars tonight Chrome-star rims dripping down the skyline bright [Build Up] [Hummed Melody: (mm-mm, yeah)] [Ad-lib: "Wait..."] [Deep Breath] [Verse 1: Laid-Back Rhythmic Pocket] Hit the train doors slide, whole car jump Engine in my mindset, twin-pipe thump Typing out notes while I’m staring at the light Mapping out routes for the rides I’ll drive Anime signs catch a flicker on my face Foreign emblem glow while I’m finding my pace Cherry blossom breeze through the sunroof crack Heart on the beat, let it ride on the track [Pre-Chorus: Southern Melodic Lift] (Still that kid from the south-side roads) (Front porch dreams, now I’m swangin’ on chrome) Mama’s prayers in my ear, let the grace still flow From the red clay streets to the neon glow [Chorus: Smooth Melodic Lo-Fi Crooning] Dexter tempo in Japan, see the neon when it gleam Sliding foreign through Shibuya like I’m floating in a dream Late-night ramen, got my keys up on the plate Cruisin’ in the city in that turbo by the gate We taking it slow through the stars tonight Chrome-star rims dripping down the skyline bright [Post-Chorus: Call-and-Response Bop] Southern boy in Tokyo (yeah, yeah) Foreign wheels in city glow (slow, slow) Interstate to overseas (ride, ride) Leather seats, I’m on my knees (stay tied) [Verse 2: Melodic CHH Pocket] Miss the two-five-three, hear my heart thump Dreams of that wide-body on the on-ramp jump Twenty-two years old and I’m walking in the light Praying every blessing keep my motives right Thinking ’bout the Kingdom, not the license plates Still I like the paddle shift when it elevates Thinking ’bout the kids while I’m switching these lanes Got the Holy Spirit steering how I move with the gains [Verse 3: Southern Bop Pocket] Got that pine-tree scent in the foreign I’m mashing Cornbread soul with the push-start flashing In a backstreet loop, hear that trap beat knock See the foreign line up in this ramen spot From the church pew hums to the crosswalk lines Now it’s foreign dashboards and the city signs Every turn that I take on this foreign ground Got the same good God while the wheels spin ’round [Verse 4: Extended Foreign Whips Verse] Left the old Buick parked in the driveway dust Now it’s foreign key fobs every time that I bust Pearl white coupe, that imported shine Candy red sedan with a stitched-up spine Carbon-fiber lip on the low wide stance See the lights hit the paint like a slow-mo dance But I’d trade every ride, every V12 roar Just to pull back up and hear my kids at the door [Bridge: Soft Melodic Singing & Floating Pads] (And I never wanna le-e-e-ave...) (But the family got a hold on me-e-e...) (In the Spirit’s where I bre-e-eathe...) [Extended Bridge: Southern Gospel Float] (Hands up in this foreign la-a-and) (Still covered by the Master’s pla-a-an) (From the red dirt to the neon ra-a-ain) (Every mile He’s in my ve-e-ins) [Final Hook] [Chorus: Smooth Melodic Lo-Fi Crooning] Dexter tempo in Japan, see the neon when it gleam Sliding foreign through Shibuya like I’m floating in a dream Late-night ramen, got my keys up on the plate Cruisin’ in the city in that turbo by the gate We taking it slow through the stars tonight Chrome-star rims dripping down the skyline bright [Final Post-Chorus: Southern Bop Chant] From the south to Shibuya (hey, hey) Foreign whips roll through ya (yeah, yeah) Hit the block, stay true ya (stay true) He been walking right with you (right with you) [Outro: Fading Electric Piano & Phone FX] [Ad-libs: "Dexter tempo", "Foreign cars", "We out", "Tokyo nights"] [Phone Filter Voice - Female] "Hey babe! Me and the kids just woke up. We saw your pictures, saw those foreigns that you race up. We miss you so much. Come home safe." [Fading Hums] [Abrupt Stop]
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