Bassline rumble in the moonlit alley,

Dutty Moonshine splash it like a midnight rally.

Boots stamp iron, sparks fly higher,

We takin’ it back—set the past on fire.

Gramophone ghosts spin vinyl dreams,

Jukebox thunder in broken seams.

Hands to the ceiling, feel the flare,

Old-school swagger in the neon glare.

No rewind button, just forward attack—

Tonight we rumble, forever takin’ it back.

Talk dutty, let the bass drip slow,

whisper slang through the static, make my body glow.

Your accent’s a sin, I lick it off the vinyl,

record crackling like skin when our pulses spiral.

Tell me things I won’t translate, keep the lights low—

I want every dirty syllable to echo in mono.

Press me, scratch me, flip the side,

let the needle ride dirty till the break of daylight.