Verse:
I step out in the midnight haze, cufflinks moonlit like tiny blades,
Silk lacing the breeze, every fold a secret the skyline keeps.
Jay whispers from the curb—”Black label dreams, kid, tailor-made,”
Needle drops, bass thumps, city grid becomes our private tape.
Chorus:
Suit sharp as a new vow, tie knotted like tomorrow,
We glide through strobes and sirens—classy, never borrowed.
Raise a glass to the stars, let the velvet night comply;
When we roll, world stands still—just watch our suit and tie.