yeah, uh huh, yeah
Union Road King — Jason McDoogal
(Luna!)
smoke curlin' up off Union Road, night paintin' orange on the chrome
Somerville sirens singin' hymns while the asphalt hums my home
leather heat, taste of ash on my tongue, flames kiss the blackened bricks
trap house gone, like a chapter burned, I flick the match, watch the tricks
slow 808s knock, heart is drummin', throttle twist, my shadow slides
pop a cap if you test the code, loyalty's inked where honor hides (yeah)
motorcycle hunch, lean through the fog, tires cry like a caged dog
wheels carve the map till they fall off the edge — ride till the last log
Luna by my heel, she breathe quiet thunder, eyes cuttin' through the dark
more faithful than any talkin' woman ever been, she keep me marked (Luna!)
I move like a sermon with a pistol sermon, two-step with a warning
ain't repentin' for the choices, I'm the storm before the morning (uh huh)
Luna! ride or die, Luna! (Luna!)
wheels off, we neon runna (yeah, uh huh)
they paint me villain but I paint my own sky, glossy like a comet's crown
I twist similes like lightning rods — spit hot metal, melt a town
I'm cold cash in a red-hot blaze, bankrolls buried in the soot
I burned the trap to bury snakes, ashes tellin' truth to the moon
Union Road lit like a gospel, heat on leather, smell of coal
I move in metaphors — Lil Wayne lean, but I'm my own payroll
pocket full of nicknames, call me McDoogal, code on the chrome
ride fast, medically late, heartbeat syncopated to the tone (yeah)
pop a cap when business calls, quiet thunder, hollow speak
I don't glorify the pop, I justify it — keep my circle sleek
crew tight like braided steel, loyalty thicker than bloodline
we slash the easy talk, count the nights we split the bottom line (uh huh)
Luna! ride or die, Luna! (Luna!)
wheels off, we neon runna (Luna! yeah)
feel the heat, feel the smoke, feel the 808 pulse in your chest (yeah)
Somerville dusk, Union Road dust, we the ones who pass the test (Luna!)
adlibs in the spaces — yeah, uh huh — let the beat breathe slow
every line a fingerprint, every burn a place we go
two-bar ritual: I spit my name like a scripture, Jason M — never foldin'
nickname got weight — they call me Union Road King, chrome soul, code golden (Luna!)
I sign in ash and rubber, kiss the sky with a gasoline grin
ride till the wheels fall off, then walk proud — that's how legends begin (uh huh)
Luna! ride or die, Luna! (yeah)
wheels off, we neon runna (Luna! Luna!)
Luna! ride or die, Luna! (ride with me)
wheels off, we neon runna (yeah, uh huh)
Somerville stamped on my chest, Union Road hum in my veins
Jason McDoogal — solid, unapologetic — burnin' past them chains (Luna!)
(Luna! yeah, uh huh, Luna!)
