[Intro | stripped sub-bass swell, vinyl crackle, tape delay throws] [Verse 1 | double-time UK rap cadence, tight pocket, dry close-mic] Puffer coat zipped up against the London rain, Fast-forward pacing to catch another train. Two-stepper moving, she dodges in the street, One-seventy tempo beneath her moving feet. Headphones locked on a dark roller track, Cold look given if you chat behind her back. Brisk on the pavement, strictly on the go, Never moving easy, never moving slow. [Pre-Chorus | dynamic lift, rising bass roll, half-time transition] Out in the traffic, she's a high-speed roller, Step in the doorway, the temperature is warmer. Keys on the table and coat on the floor, Leave all the rush-hour madness at the door. [Chorus | bouncy bashment swing, melodic vocal chant, heavy sub drop] Drum and bass in the streets, Dancehall inna di sheets! (pull up!) Drum and bass in the streets, Dancehall inna di sheets! (bubble it!) [Verse 2 | deep patois deejay flow, syncopated pocket, heavy spring reverb] Draw down di blinds, mek di speaker start hum, Drop off di fast snare, bring in di drum. Ninety-six BPM, riddim pon di floor, Gyal take di time when she lock up di door. Slow down di wine, mek di bassline sink, Hot like a pepper, sweetest kind a drink. No rush business, she settle down neat, Heavyweight champion turning up di heat. [Bridge | stripped low-pass filter, half-time bubble rhythm, warm sub weight] Cut out the rush and the high-hat rattle, Pure low end when she wins the battle. Sub bass rumbling, shake up the floor, Don't want the fast pace running no more. [Chorus | full energy, stacked hook, driving dancehall bounce] Drum and bass in the streets, Dancehall inna di sheets! (pull up!) Drum and bass in the streets, Dancehall inna di sheets! (wheel it!) [Outro | spoken ad-libs, fading tape echo, deep 808 sub roll] One-seventy outside on the concrete, Heavyweight lover when we turn the heat. (cut di sound) (wheel it up) Just pure sub.
