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[Intro] [Verse 1] Midnight crawlin’, bassline raw, subs hummin’ in the trunk, Cowbell rattles, city lights flicker, skunk smoke in the blunt. Slidin’ through the neon haze, 808s shake the pavement, Phonk pulse in my veins, Memphis b***d, no replacement. Crown Vic low, tinted windows, chrome gleam in the dark, Sample loops cut through the silence, sparks ignite the park. Shadows dance where the streetlights fade, rhythm owns the night, Gritty tapes spin, distorted highs, the groove holds tight. [Chorus] Phonk slaps in the whip, let the bass drop, let it rip, Dirty south soul in every flip, slow and low, let it stick. Neon dreams, vapor streams, phantom ride on the strip, Memphis whispers through the seams, phonk’s the script we grip. [Verse 2] Black hoodie, no face, analog haze in the rearview, Drum kicks crack, snares snap, ghost riders in the residue. Crushed velvet skies, asphalt cries, tape hiss in the verse, Triple-six on the license plate, the curse becomes a hearse. Subwoofers bleed, concrete breathes, the city’s hummin’ low, Phonk don’t sleep, it creeps, it seeps through the afterglow. Stackin’ cash, no flash, just static and chrome, The b**t’s a ritual, the rhythm’s physical, the night’s our home. [Bridge] Skate rink loops, old-school droops, VHS decay, Switchblade basslines carve the air, the phonk won’t fade away. Dollar-store glow, midnight show, no stars, just streetlamps, The b**t’s a shadow, follows where the pavement cramps. [Chorus] Phonk slaps in the whip, let the bass drop, let it rip, Dirty south soul in every flip, slow and low, let it stick. Neon dreams, vapor streams, phantom ride on the strip, Memphis whispers through the seams, phonk’s the script we grip. [Outro]