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OPPS DOWN
- **Opps Down**
- Talkbox Hook (repeat/filtered)
- Ride the sun, feel the sound —opps down, opps down (yeah)
- Cruise the town, lay it down —opps down, opps down
- Verse 1
- Low and slow, chrome gleam, palm trees in the backseat
- Sunset paint the boulevard, where the concrete heartbeat
- Seen your face on alleys, heard your name in whispers loud
- You played with fire, baby, now you lost inside the crowd
- My crew keep it steady, shades on, windows tinted black
- No horns, just echoes, this city know the code we pack
- Heartbeat on the dashboard, bass knock like thunder rolls
- One split second, life folds —we just play the parts we chose
- Pre‑Chorus
- Sirens in my rearview, but the night still feels so calm
- Ghosts in the rearview, praying hard on my palm
- Chorus
- Opps down at sunset, painted red on the ground
- Ride the coast, ride the coast, let the talkbox sound
- We keep it cool on the curbs where the lowriders glide
- Different sides, same streetlight —where the fates collide
- Opps down at sunset, opps down, opps down
- Verse 2
- No joy in the trigger, only silence after the crack
- We whisper for our homies, tryna bring nobody back
- Mama’s voice in morning, telling sons to seek the light
- But nights like these keep pulling, darker than the neon bright
- We bury pride in alleys, lay our reasons on the stoop
- Tattoos and faded photos, promises go up in smoke
- Still we toast to the fallen, toast to the ones who made the calls
- One life gone, whole block holds its breath behind the walls
- Pre‑Chorus
- Mirrors full of memories, reflections with no name
- Same asphalt, different choices, but the city holds the blame
- Chorus
- Opps down at sunset, painted red on the ground
- Ride the coast, ride the coast, let the talkbox sound
- We keep it cool on the curbs where the lowriders glide
- Different sides, same streetlight —where the fates collide
- Opps down at sunset, opps down, opps down
- Bridge (half‑spoken over sparse synth)
- It wasn’t supposed to end like this —notebooks full of plans
- We were kids with borrowed crowns, clutchin’ wrecked out vans
- Now the palm trees keep on swayin’, indifferent to the pain
- Every bullet wrote a chapter, every name becomes a stain
- Talkbox Hook (softer)
- Ride the sun, feel the sound —opps down, opps down
- Cruise the town, lay it down —opps down, opps down
- Breakdown (soulful, remorseful)
- I see your shadow cross the pavement every time I close my eyes
- Taste the ash of bad decisions under all these West Coast skies
- We traded laughs for heavy silences, traded futures for a fight
- Now the lowrider whispers sorrow, rollin’ through the night
- Chorus (final —layered harmonies/talkbox)
- Opps down at sunset, painted red on the ground
- Ride the coast, ride the coast, let the talkbox sound
- We keep it cool on the curbs where the lowriders glide
- Different sides, same streetlight —where the fates collide
- Opps down at sunset, opps down, opps down
- Outro (fading talkbox)
- Sunset folds on the boulevard —echoes in the crown
- We drive away with heavy hearts —opps down, opps down
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