(Spoken Intro — low, urgent)
2:13 on Fifth and Magnolia, neon bleeding on wet pavement,
A beer run got hit — the city coughs glass and diesel, sirens patient.
Babyboy's breath fogs the mirror, hammer cold in his palm,
MoonDog in the back, eyes like moonlight on a calm, but calm's gone.
(Verse 1 — clipped, steady)
Beer run got hit, concrete split, bottles scatter like a prayer,
Neon signs flicker 'Crimson Room' — cheap perfume, colder air.
Babyboy got her hammered down, collar tugged, blood on cuff,
MoonDog in the back, countin' checks, fingers stained with stuff.
Chad riding shotgun, shoulder pressed, iron near his thigh,
Stripclubs to massage parlors — where the lost boys learn to lie.
They always riding dirty, wallets fat, hearts hollow as a drum,
Asphalt tastes like yesterday — the night hums, they don't run.
(Pre-Hook — rising)
Sirens curl like smoke, glass bells ring on a barstool floor,
Diesel breath and lipstick stains — the city wants more.
MoonDog asking for their checks, tally marks on a back seat scar,
Babyboy's hammer's heavy — you can hear it sing from the car.
(Hook / Chorus — drawn-out, menacing)
Beer run got hit — we don't fold, we reload (we don't fold),
Hammer down, hearts gone cold, streets owe what they owed (hearts gone cold),
MoonDog in the back, asking for their checks — write it down (write it down),
Stripclubs to massage parlors, always riding dirty through this town.
(Repeat — let the last line drag out, echo)
(Verse 2 — double-time, aggressive)
Flash — glass, stash, cash, clash.
Quick — breath, step, check, bash.
Babyboy swung, moonlight clung, iron sung, lungs done.
Chad's hand on the Glock — hot metal, cold run.
Names on a ledger, not a soul to save,
Neon lotus wilted, the alley's a grave.
Punchline — he paid his tab with a promise and a bullet grin,
Surprise — the bouncer knew his lies, but let him in.
(Bridge — stripped, fearful, slow)
(Soft, vulnerable delivery)
There’s a taste of rust on the tongue of the night,
Siren far off, like a hymn for the small-time fight.
A moth to the flame — wallets flicker, morals thin,
MoonDog hums a lullaby that starts with a grin.
(Pre-Bridge Spoken — low, breathy)
They told us three in the back, two on the dash, one with a past —
We count breaths like bullets, we count checks that never last.
(Hook / Chorus — heavier, menacing)
Beer run got hit — we don't fold, we reload (we don't fold),
Hammer down, hearts gone cold, this city wrote the code (hearts gone cold),
MoonDog in the back, asking for their checks, he don't bow (he don't bow),
Stripclubs to massage parlors, always riding dirty — this is how.
(Repeat once with layered ad-libs: "ride dirty," "hammer down," "no crown")
(Bridge 2 — whispered, intimate)
Time stamp: 2:17, crack of a laugh, the alley swallows names,
Magnolia remembers everything — heat, shame, games.
(Outro — vow, menacing)
Beer run got hit but we move like ghosts in the fog,
Babyboy's hammer's heavy, it writes our names in smog.
MoonDog and Chad, kings/
