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Cold air, burnt rubber
South-East after midnight
Nobody’s sleepin’
[Verse 1]
Rain on the bonnet, TNs all soaked
Grey sky nights where the stress runs cold
Industrial estate with the engines revved
Tyre smoke thick till the whole road chokes
VN Commodore screaming in pain
Limiter bash while the crowd goes feral
Phone lights out when the sirens echo
Then it’s full-send flight through the backroad bends
Burnt-out sofas near chain-link fences
Trainline humming with the dark-cloud tension
Young lads wired off ego and pressure
Tryna look tough in the cold black weather
No sleep cycle, just servo runs
Cheap iced coffees and the smell of smoke
Everybody paranoid, heads on swivel
Every passing car got the boys on edge
[Hook]
South-East grime with the blacked-out fits
Late-night skids and the snapped-off kits
Tyres pop loud when the burnout hits
Whole crowd yelling while the cops rush in
Blue lights bounce off factory walls
Heli lights sweep through the basketball courts
Everybody scatter when the radios call
Then regroup later where the streetlights dull
[Verse 2]
Dandenong roads with the bassline shaking
Broken dash lights, half the car vibrating
One bloke laughing while the gearbox slips
Another one posted just chain-smoking darts
Petrol fumes mixed with the cold night rain
Young boys angry with a lot pent-up rage
Nobody talks ‘bout the stress they carry
Just hide that pain with the loudest engines
Backseat full of hoodies and cans
Same four mates with the same old plans
Tryna feel alive for a couple more hours
Before sunrise hits and reality lands
[Outro]
South-East pressure
Burnt rubber and cold hearts
Melbourne after dark.