Neon signs reflect on the pavement’s scars,\t\t
Chasing dreams beneath a million stars.\t\t
The city hums, but the silence cuts deep,\t\t
Secrets it holds never fall asleep.\t\t
(The drop hits with echoes of the streets)\t\t
Bass pounding like the city's heartbeat.\t\t
Dark nights clash with the glowing light,\t\t
The rhythm takes over, no wrong, no right.\t\t
Late-night whispers in an alley’s haze,\t\t
Dreams get sold in the urban maze.\t\t
A spark of hope in the concrete’s grey,\t\t
Fighting for tomorrow in the night’s ballet.\t\t
(The sound explodes, a rush through the air)\t\t
Low frequencies shake away despair.\t\t
City lights pulse as the beat kicks in,\t\t
The drop reflects where stories begin.\t\t\t
Graffiti walls tell stories untold,\t\t
Young hearts break, but they never grow old.\t\t
The skyline burns as ambition flies,\t\t
While the city weeps for its alibis.\t\t
(The drop cuts deep like a neon blade)\t\t
Echoes bounce off the plans we’ve made.\t\t
The weight of the night drops heavy and raw,\t\t
Basslines scream what the city saw.\t\t
Cars rush by in a rhythm divine,\t\t
Lost souls drift under subway lines.\t\t
Every corner hides a brand-new scene,\t\t
This is the city where the streets dream.\t\t
(The bass erupts, shaking the ground)\t\t
Urban chaos captured in the sound.\t\t
Each pulse a reminder of life’s decay,\t\t
But the beat keeps guiding us anyway.\t\t
Broken glass under high-rise beams,\t\t
Life's a gamble chasing fragile dreams.\t\t
The moon hangs low, but the city still roars,\t\t
A place for the restless, the dreamers, and more.\t\t
(The drop brings chaos and clarity combined)\t\t
Heavy beats intertwine with the grind.\t\t
City lights flicker in the bassline’s glow,\t\t
This is the anthem of the highs and lows.\t\t
Through the chaos, we find our way,\t\t
Under dark skies, the light still stays.\t\t
Every step we take leaves a mark behind,\t\t
The city’s pulse beats in our minds.\t\t
(The final drop, the ultimate release)\t\t
Bass shakes loose the city's peace.\t\t
A sonic wave that defines our fight,\t\t
City lights, dark nights—this is our life.
