Drift powa

In the shadows where the streetlights flicker, Gritty cityscape, heartbeats quicker. Concrete jungle, where the lost souls roam, Beneath the surface, where the realness shown. (Chorus) Sirens wailin', echoes in the night, Streets talkin', under neon lights. This is our world, where the phonk resides, In the underground, where we let it ride. (Verse 2) Late nights, with the vinyl spinning, Graffiti walls, where the art's beginning. Muffled sounds of the train passing by, In the underground, where the spirits fly high. (Chorus) Sirens wailin', echoes in the night, Streets talkin', under neon lights. This is our world, where the phonk resides, In the underground, where we let it ride. (Bridge) Lost souls find solace in the beats, Broken dreams and shattered streets. But we rise up, from the depths below, In the underground, where the true heads know. (Outro) So let the phonk play, through the speakers loud, In the underground, where we stand proud. This is our anthem, our way of life, In the underground, where we ignite.