Windows down, elbow out, city on a slow roll
Bassline knocking like it's living in my soul
Green light, red light, never really in a hurry
Whole world a movie through a windshield blurry
Radio preaching on a station I invented
Every corner that we pass is a memory I rented
She nods to the kick, I nod to the snare
Backseat full of nothing but a quiet kind of care
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Tunnel lights flicker like an old projector
Beat so warm it could be the whole night's protector
We don't need a reason and we don't need a map
Just a full tank, a loop, and a beat that won't snap
Bridge up ahead like a question we don't answer
Roll right under it and let the moment dance, sir
Clock on the dash says it's nearly half-past care
Backseat boom and a city full of air
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Pull over slow where the river meets the road
Cut the engine, let the speakers carry the load
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to goWindows down, elbow out, city on a slow roll
Bassline knocking like it's living in my soul
Green light, red light, never really in a hurry
Whole world a movie through a windshield blurry
Radio preaching on a station I invented
Every corner that we pass is a memory I rented
She nods to the kick, I nod to the snare
Backseat full of nothing but a quiet kind of care
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Tunnel lights flicker like an old projector
Beat so warm it could be the whole night's protector
We don't need a reason and we don't need a map
Just a full tank, a loop, and a beat that won't snap
Bridge up ahead like a question we don't answer
Roll right under it and let the moment dance, sir
Clock on the dash says it's nearly half-past care
Backseat boom and a city full of air
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go
Pull over slow where the river meets the road
Cut the engine, let the speakers carry the load
Backseat boom, let it ride
City going by on the other side
Backseat boom, take it slow
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go