Intro

Yeah, yeah

(What?)

Chorus

Black coat, cold stare, step in, they make room

Bass shake the glass when I walk through the room

Too low, too calm, let the whole thing presume

I don't say much, but the chain say enough

Verse 1

Late pass, black tint, doors lift, I slide

New wave, old scars, keep both in my stride

You talk big online, then go quiet outside

I keep my circle small, let the numbers decide

Red eyes on the screen, got a map in my head

One call, one move, turn the plan into bread

No sleep in the booth, but I rest when I land

Cold hands on the wheel, warm cash in my hand