[Verse 1] Morning alarm, I’m up with the grind, Coffee gone cold while I’m clearing my mind, Storefront glass throws a gray-blue glow, I’m done with the drag of the old back road. Sneakers on concrete, that steady talk, One step, then another, I don’t need luck, Whole room humming like a low-end beat, We been stuck in the loop, now we move to the streets. [Pre-Chorus] Hold up, feel that swing, Hands up, let the day begin, We been living too fast, too tight, too small, Now the bass line drops and we answer the call. [Chorus] Back to our rhythm, back in the groove, No more static, we got something to prove, Ride through the pressure, let it roll, let it ring, Back to our rhythm, do our thing. [Breakdown] Uh, step, step, breathe, Watch the whole block start to lean, Left, right, count it in, Tell the night we’re back again. [Verse 2] Eyes locked in, no drift, no haze, Short on sleep, but I’m sharp all day, Hands on the wheel, let the lane stay clean, From the side streets up to the main screen. Been through the clips, the cuts, the noise, Still found a way to turn it into joy, Old-school bounce with a fresh new spark, Every little move leaves a mark. [Pre-Chorus] Hold up, feel that swing, Let the speaker cones do their thing, We been living too fast, too tight, too small, Now the bass line drops and we answer the call. [Chorus] Back to our rhythm, back in the groove, No more static, we got something to prove, Ride through the pressure, let it roll, let it ring, Back to our rhythm, do our thing. Pick it up, let it ride Snare snap, bass slide Keep it low, keep it tight We stay moving all night [Bridge] When the street signs blur and the daylight bends, We don’t fold up, we just start again, Couple hard knocks, couple close calls too, Still got the pulse, still pushing through. [Final Chorus] Back to our rhythm, back in the groove, No more static, we got something to prove, Ride through the pressure, let it roll, let it ring, Back to our rhythm, do our thing. [Outro] So here we stand with the beat in hand, Built from the noise and a quick, clean plan, Keep it real, keep it moving, that’s the key, Back to our rhythm, just you and me.
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