Текст песни
Four in the morning, asphalt grime
City looks a mess, but I got the time
Tyres on the concrete, a digital beat
Whole damn traffic jam stuck in rewind
Mirror shows a ghost I know too well
We’ve been driving side by side, no hotel
Radio says «you’re on your own»
Good, now play my track on the subwoofer drone
Asphalt grime, asphalt grime
Every broken line is a new design
140 BPM – my second skin
From the first mile I know I’ll win
Streetlights flicker like a broken code
Pass the same old billboard on the same old road
Empty coffee cup, a receipt for a lie
Red light stops, but I don’t comply
Got no destination, got no deadline
Just the asphalt gospel and the grime state of mind
Asphalt grime, asphalt grime
Every broken line is a new design
140 BPM – my second skin
From the first mile I know I’ll win
343 is just a number
Until it’s carved in the asphalt slumber
They say slow down, but I don’t bother
Asphalt grime – I’m my own father
Asphalt grime…
