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.