[Verse 1] Cruisin' down the avenue, lights flash like a dream, Bass thumpin' heavy, feel the rhythm, hear the scream, City’s heartbeat vibrates, concrete under my feet, Echoes of the past dance with memories bittersweet. Chasing shadows that linger, old ghosts whisper low, Every corner holds a story, and every story's got a glow. Navigatin' these streets, feel the fire rise within, Each beat, each bar a battle, I’m ready, let it begin. [Verse 2] Night falls on the skyline, stars blink in the haze, Under neon lights, lost in this endless maze. Dreamers and believers walking paths paved in hopes, Every face tells a tale, every moment, like a rope, Ties that bind us together, in this global dance, Crack the code of existence, take a chance on the chance. Armed with my ambitions, I’m ready for the road, In the pocket of the midnight, I'm writing my own ode. [Verse 3] Life ain’t just a puzzle, it’s the pieces that we find, Tendrils of experience twisting tight in my mind. Hands lift to the heavens, vibrations in the air, Feel that bass resonate, it’s a mantra, pure and rare. Clock ticks but I’m timeless, I’m vibing to my fate, With every pulse I’m alive, and the world just can’t wait. We’re the architects of rhythm, sculpting dreams in the night, With the bass as our foundation, we ignite with our light. [Verse 4] Layers of life surround me, colors splattering bold, Brush strokes of emotions unleash stories untold. Boundless in this journey, my spirit starts to soar, Each step a revelation, always ready for more. Metropolitan symphony, each sound a heartbeat shared, A unified connection, in this moment we dared. And the music it surrounds us, like a cloak we can wear, In this bass-heavy heaven, we are free without care. [Verse 5] As dawn creeps in slowly, the night begins to fade, But the echoes keep on playing, no regrets, no masquerade. In the tapestry of life, we are woven tight and true, With each verse, we create a legacy made for few. So let’s ride this wave together, the rhythm in our core, With a foundation of the bass, we will always want more. Here’s to the nights we remember, and the dreams that take flight, In the bass, we find our freedom; we are alive in this light.

Balanciaga