CUT UP(LSSH)

Midnight highway…
Traffic breathing…
One lane ain’t enough.
LSSH.


Cut up through the city like the map on fire,
Left lane open, I ain’t lifting tire,
Head on a swivel, yeah the vision wired,
Street Huligans glide, never panic or tire.
Brake lights blink, then we gone real fast,
Slip through the gaps like we part of the past,
Highway ballet, yeah it move like art,
LSSH when we tear it apart.


Speedometer climbing but my mind stay calm,
Hands steady on leather, grip strong like palm,
Traffic feel slow when the night feel right,
City stretch long in the LED light.
Mirrors talk, yeah they tell me truth,
Space open up when you move real smooth,
Every lane change timed like chess,
One bad move mean a serious mess.  


Crew in the back, yeah they moving in sync,
No words said but we all think linked,
Tail lights streak like a digital trail,
Moment feel frozen when the shifts don’t fail.
Windows down, hear the engine sing,
Turbo echo off the concrete ring,
City pulse match the RPMs,
Street Huligans locked in zen.


Cut up through the city like the map on fire,
Left lane open, I ain’t lifting tire,
Head on a swivel, yeah the vision wired,
Street Huligans glide, never panic or tire.
Brake lights blink, then we gone real fast,
Slip through the gaps like we part of the past,
Highway ballet, yeah it move like art,
LSSH when we tear it apart.


Not reckless, just precise,
Calculated motion in the dead of night,
Every move clean, every choice aware,
Respect the road, still dance in the air.


Exit sign flash, we don’t take it yet,
City skyline glowing like a silhouette,
Radio low, just the motor talk,
Every mile feel earned when you know that walk.
When we slow down, heart still race,
Adrenaline stuck in a permanent place,
That rush stay with you long after,
Street Huligans chase it, not the laughter.


Cut up calm, yeah the night our friend,
From on-ramp start to the very end,
LSSH when they ask who been,
Street Huligans—smooth to the end. 🌃🏁

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