[Intro]
*(Gentle lo-fi b**t with vinyl crackle, soft synth chords, and a laid-back rhythm)*
[Verse 1]
I’m spinnin’ numbers like a DJ in the zone,
67 and 41—they’re dialed into my bones.
Say ’em slow, say ’em fast, they roll off the tongue,
A numeric groove that’s second to none.
[Chorus]
67, 41, rhythm in my veins,
Cooler than the rain, hotter than the flames.
Repeat ’em once, repeat ’em twice, it’s all the same,
67 and 41—yeah, they own the game.
[Verse 2]
41’s the code to a vault of fun,
67’s the key when the night’s begun.
Mix ’em together, let the digits collide,
A retro b**t where the good vibes hide.
[Bridge]
DJ scratch the sample, let the speakers hum,
Every time I drop these numbers, the crowd’s like, “Dang, where they from?”
No math, just magic, feel it in your feet,
67 and 41—they’re the ultimate heat.
[Chorus]
67, 41, rhythm in my veins,
Cooler than the rain, hotter than the flames.
Repeat ’em once, repeat ’em twice, it’s all the same,
67 and 41—yeah, they own the game.
[Outro]
*(B**t fades with a mellow bassline, subtle record spin effects, and a fading echo of “67…41…”)*
