[Verse]
City hum, shadows murmur, cold breeze under flickered neon,
Corner boys with the dreams they lean on,
Spray cans scream on walls, call it ambition's ransom,
Walkin' through the hood, every echo feels like an anthem.
[Bridge]
Drinks poured slow, moves echo in the cracks,
80’s arcade lights flash—time collapse,
Bittersweet tales, lost love and relapse,
In this dungeon of dreams, no map, just facts.
[Chorus]
Nostalgia plays soft, drums punch the pain,
Heart paces, the vibe thickens—can't explain,
The hood speaks truth, sharp edge, heart's chain,
Dungeon beats, bittersweet, joy in the rain.
[Verse 2]
Spices linger, street food steam rise to stars,
Dreams parked curbside, broken frames, no cars,
Lo-fi whispers through the misty cigar,
Life's lottery, every player nursing a scar.
[Bridge]
House loops beneath the dungeon vibe,
Waves crash heavy, no lifeguard to prescribe,
Sex, booze, and pains we derive,
Haunting tales from the trenches, barely alive.
[Chorus]
Nostalgia plays soft, drums punch the pain,
Heart paces, the vibe thickens—can't explain,
The hood speaks truth, sharp edge, heart's chain,
Dungeon beats, bittersweet, joy in the rain.