Sixty Seven and Forty One

[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…”)*