Paradise City | HipHop Rock

La La La La La La La La La La Chrome on the dash, bass in the trunk, top off, 2 a.m. cruise Palm trees lean when I swing through, gold watch, clean cut, blue suede shoes Mama said “slow down,” but I’m already past that signal Pay phone rings, I don’t answer, that money talk come official The engine hums a low, steady tune, a rhythm that I know by heart Every turn, every street light, a brand new canvas, a brand new start Reflections dance on the polished hood, a city breathing, alive and bright Underneath the velvet sky, we own the asphalt through the night La La La La La La La La La La Late-night loop, we glide by the ramen spot, then the corner store Mint on the breath, iced tea in the cup, always wanting more Old school chrome, new school hustle, I keep both hands on the wheel Soft chords in the speakers, hard words when I make the deal The air is thick with stories whispered, secrets held by the sleeping town Every shadow hides a memory, as we ride up and then we ride down The streetlights blur into streaks of gold, a vibrant, fleeting, painted dream In this moment, nothing else matters, just the hum of the engine and the gleam La La La La La La La La La La Cuffed jeans, pink sky, but my crew don’t play We sip on the 7-Eleven slush, then we slide away Front seat leather, no drama, just the meter tick Big bills, low talk, and the whole block flicks The city's pulse beats with our presence, a silent understanding shared Every gaze, every nod, a connection, a world that’s perfectly paired We move as one, a seamless motion, through avenues both wide and narrow Leaving trails of quiet confidence, until the first light of tomorrow La La La La La La La La La La