Sunset With Teeth

Gold on the windows, heat on the lane, Low bass rolling like a storm without rain. Sun going down but the pavement stays hot, Everybody watching when the whole crew stops. Clean white lines under tires that glide, Calm on the surface, something rough inside. Radio low, but the kick comes mean, Smooth on the outside, sharp underneath. SUNSET WITH TEETH! LOOK AT THAT SKY! SUNSET WITH TEETH! WE DON'T DRIVE BY! LOW RIDING BEAT! HARDER VOICE! SMOOTH IN THE GROOVE, BUT WE CAME WITH NO CHOICE! SUNSET WITH TEETH! LET IT BITE! WEST SIDE GLOW WITH A HARDER NIGHT! Palm shadows stretch over concrete walls, Blue light flickers when the evening falls. One voice low, second cuts fast, Third one comes in like a window getting smashed. No smiling hook, no sweet little line, We let the bass breathe then attack on time. Beat stays loose, words stay tight, West Coast rolling with a fist in the mic. SUNSET WITH TEETH! LOOK AT THAT SKY! SUNSET WITH TEETH! WE DON'T DRIVE BY! LOW RIDING BEAT! HARDER VOICE! SMOOTH IN THE GROOVE, BUT WE CAME WITH NO CHOICE! SUNSET WITH TEETH! LET IT BITE! WEST SIDE GLOW WITH A HARDER NIGHT! Now let it swing. Lean to the left. Back to the right. Bass underneath, city in sight. No rush. Let it breathe. Then bring the voices back. LOUDER! FROM THE FRONT! LOUDER! FROM THE BACK! ONE BEAT! FOUR VOICES! LET 'EM COLLIDE! SUNSET GOLD WITH THE DARK INSIDE! The synth rides high like heat in the air, But the verse comes rough with no polish to spare. Funk guitar cuts through the side of the beat, While the snare hits dry and the bass stays deep. Old-school pressure in a brand-new frame, Different decade, different road, same flame. No need to copy what already got made, We take that raw energy and give it new shade. Streetlights wake when the daylight dies, Chrome catches red from the western sky. Everybody calm till the microphone lands, Then the whole damn mood changes hands. SUNSET WITH TEETH! NOW SAY IT LOUD! SUNSET WITH TEETH! WAKE THAT CROWD! SMOOTH ON THE ROAD! ROUGH ON THE TRACK! LET THAT WEST COAST GROOVE PUSH THE HARD RAP BACK! SUNSET WITH TEETH! DON'T LET GO! LET THE SYNTH LINE RIDE WHILE THE LOW END ROLLS! NO SOFT VOICE! NO EASY WAY! NO EMPTY WORDS JUST TO FILL THE SPACE! LET THE DRUM SWING! LET THE BASS STAY LOW! LET THE VERSE HIT HARD WHILE THE PALM TREES GLOW! SUNSET WITH TEETH! ONE MORE TIME! SUNSET WITH TEETH! HOLD THAT LINE! GOLD IN THE SKY! FIRE IN THE SPEECH! WEST COAST SMOOTH... WITH TEETH.