M1CH3L P., Red Line - Underpass Chant

Keep it low, keep it close
No alarms, nobody knows
Black top humming under tired tires
Cold air pressed against the glass
One red sign in the rear view mirror
Then the whole block disappears fast
You feel that pressure in the floor
One more turn to nothing more
Ride slow, let the whole night bend
Bass down deep till the speakers shake
Ride slow, never tell them where we move
Like smoke, no trace to take
Move move move move
Oh, wears a different face