Bassline Reverie

Thunderclap thoughts, my brain on percussion,

808 heartbeats, a seismic eruption.

Snakes in the grass, I’m the mower in motion,

Swimming through chaos, my grind’s an ocean.

Drop the bass, let it quake, let it rattle,

Every hit a cannon, every snare a battle.

Hands up, can’t stop, we the revelry,

Bassline reverie, bassline reverie.

Trap doors open, I’m the phantom in the smoke,

Twisting up reality, my mind’s a kaleidoscope.

Synths scream sharp, like sirens in a maze,

Lost in the rhythm, I’m a shadow ablaze.

Spin it back, rewind, double-time, then slow,

Beat drops heavy, feel the undertow.

Hats slice air, the snare’s a whip crack,

Riding on the rhythm, never looking back.

Drop the bass, let it quake, let it rattle,

Every hit a cannon, every snare a battle.

Hands up, can’t stop, we the revelry,

Bassline reverie, bassline reverie.