[project168 - hotrocks] [lyrics: russo/peekyblinder(rose&fox)2026] Rose on the toilet, Fox on the floor Blowin it out the window so we don't get caught Matching three stripe trackies, both looking our best Hotrocks tumble down my top and burn me on the chest.. ouch. Hotrocks, tracksuits, brains off the map Rose and Fox lost in the clap-clap-clap Beat so weird, it don’t land on fours Rhymes so twisted, we come back for more Fox taps pots like drums on the stove top I'm humming low notes, waiting for the beat drop Loop laughter on a tape deck, call it a hi-hat Whole room starts spinning, but we still on track Hotrocks, tracksuits, brains off the map Rose and Fox lost in the brap-brap-brap Beat so messed, it won’t land on fours Vibe's so jagged, we come back for more Fox say, “Pause that,” I say, “This part slaps” But the kick hit late like it missed its cab We rhyme “orange” with “door hinge” and “storage tax” Then forget the line halfway, had to run it back Hotrocks, tracksuits, brains off the map Rose and Fox lost in some trap-trap-trap Beat so bust, it don’t land on fours Vocals so crooked, we come back for more Tongue’s tangled like the thoughts in my head Metronome wobbling, as we drift instead Fox scribbles hooks on a golden sea bag I rap to the toaster with the room in lag We don’t chase fame, we chase that spark creating magic in this tiny apartment Three stripe armor, matching pants and socks Laugh till we cough, then we loop these mad drops Hotrocks, tracksuits, brains off the map Rose and Fox lost in some bubble wrap it pop's so weird, it don’t land on fours Sound's so soothing, we come back for more Fox off beat, Rose off key Somehow it still sound like we free If the world don’t get it, that’s cool, relax We got hotrocks, and we got more tracks!
