Friday night.
No plans.
One call.
Here we go.
Phone lights up, it's half-past ten.
Same old crew, we're out again.
Black shirt on, the city glows.
Where we end up, nobody knows.
Long week gone, leave it behind.
No more worries on my mind.
Bass is pumping through the street.
Feel that rhythm. Feel that beat.
And we don't know where we're going, but the night keeps pulling us in.
No plans.
One call.
Here we go.
Phone lights up, it's half-past ten.
Same old crew, we're out again.
Black shirt on, the city glows.
Where we end up, nobody knows.
Long week gone, leave it behind.
No more worries on my mind.
Bass is pumping through the street.
Feel that rhythm. Feel that beat.
And we don't know where we're going, but the night keeps pulling us in.