[Verse] Shadows stretch long, city hum a bassline, Concrete whispers, stories in the moonshine. Brushed snares tap, like feet on wet bricks, Keys slide in, slicker than oil tricks. Echoes bounce, alleys hold secrets tight, Lantern glow soft, cutting through the night. [Chorus] Late night strut, where the groove don’t quit, Soul on my sleeve, rhythm in my spit. Bass walks slow, heartbeat syncs quick, Late night strut, yeah, that’s the lick. [Verse 2] Smoke curls lazy, spins in jazz spirals, Horns wail sharp, but my thoughts stay viral. Funky funk, where the cool cats roam, Each step a note, every block my home. City’s a canvas, painted in street tones, Upright bass sings, rattling my bones. [Bridge] Train tracks hum like a hymn in the haze, Brushed snares whisper soft, caught in the maze. Fingers snap time, moon plays its role, City's alive, but it's swallowing souls. [Chorus] Late night strut, where the groove don’t quit, Soul on my sleeve, rhythm in my spit. Bass walks slow, heartbeat syncs quick, Late night strut, yeah, that’s the lick. [Outro] Fade into the fog, tempo slows to a crawl, Brushed beats dissolve, just the bass stands tall. A jazzy goodbye, city whispers retreat, Late night strut, till the groove repeats.
