Текст песни
Backstreets black, the headlights fade,
No cameras here — we write the code.
Tires bite, the pavement groans,
We own the dark, we own the zone.
No tags, no trace, just shadow moves,
Every turn — a test, a proof.
We ride the edge, we break the rules,
Underground flow — no time to lose.
Feel the bass, feel the grind,
This is more than just a ride.
Underground flow — the city’s our track,
Underground flow — we never look back.
Underground flow — the night’s our throne,
Underground flow — we run alone.
Neon ghosts in rearview glass,
We cut through static, move too fast.
No sirens here, no red and blue,
Just the hum of engines, the night’s own tune.
We are the pulse, we are the beat,
A symphony of speed beneath our feet.
No finish line, just endless road,
We write the legend — we hold the code.
Underground flow — the city’s our track,
Underground flow — we never look back.
Underground flow — the night’s our throne,
Underground flow — we run alone.
