Webs On My Sneakers

[Verse 1]
Mask in the backpack
Webs on my sneakers
Swing through the backstreets
Dodging all the reapers
Homework in my left hand
Right hand saving the block
Heart like a car alarm
Always ready to shock (hey!)
[Chorus]
I got that Spider-Man spirit in my chest
Dex in the pocket
Doing my best
Flip when I fall
Land on my feet
Friendly to the crowd
Danger in the heat
Spider-Man spirit in my veins
Can’t rest
Dex in the moment
Living on the edge
Hang from the ceiling
Still stay calm
Power in the fingertips
Rhythm in my palm
[Verse 2]
Hood up
Headphones
City in slow motion
Feeling every footstep
Like waves in the ocean
Laugh in the face of fear
Talk slick
Then I stick the landing
One joke
Two flips
Whole crew just standing (woah)
[Chorus]
I got that Spider-Man spirit in my chest
Dex in the pocket
Doing my best
Flip when I fall
Land on my feet
Friendly to the crowd
Danger in the heat
Spider-Man spirit in my veins
Can’t rest
Dex in the moment
Living on the edge
Hang from the ceiling
Still stay calm
Power in the fingertips
Rhythm in my palm
[Bridge]
One slip
I recover
One hit
I rediscover
Why I rise
Why I run
Why I still reach for the sun (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I got that Spider-Man spirit in my chest
Dex in the pocket
Doing my best
Flip when I fall
Land on my feet
Friendly to the crowd
Danger in the heat
Spider-Man spirit in my veins
Can’t rest
Dex in the moment
Living on the edge
Hang from the ceiling
Still stay calm
Power in the fingertips
Rhythm in my palm

funk, Greasy pocket funk with rubbery bass, wah guitar, and tight drums. Male vocals sitting upfront, playful and cocky. Verses ride a clipped, syncopated groove; chorus explodes with gang shouts and stacked harmonies. Brief talkbox-style ad-libs and a short breakdown before the last hook keep it sticky and high-energy.