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