[Verse] Chrome whispers on asphalt, I roll through the heat, Neon drip on the brick, no need to speak. Lips like midnight, velvet, soft and slow, Tail light painted red like the way I know You're watching me from the corner store’s glare, Cigarette glow, you're caught in the air. No rush, no need to hurry, just the bass in my chest, City’s on fire, but I’m cool, I’m blessed. [Pre-Chorus] You can’t touch this groove, it’s a stolen beat, Every slow grind’s a secret, every turn’s a retreat. I’m the dream you can’t catch, the shadow on the glass— Sip my moonlight, now you’re in the past. [Chorus] Lowrider, low down, slow like a flame, Drip from the roof, you don’t know my name. Liquor store signs paint the night in red, I’m the song you can’t forget. Lowrider, low down, no need to rush, You're just a ghost in the haze I hush. I’m the pulse of the block, the pulse of the road— You’re mine when I’m gone, and you never know. [Verse] Fog on the window, your eyes in the mirror, I see you shiver like a song with no chime. Cinnamon heat on the seat, bourbon in the air, One hand on the wheel, one hand on the prayer. Murals scream stories I’ve lived in a dream, You’re just a name in the city’s scheme. But when I pass, you don’t breathe—just stare, Like I’m the ghost that’s been there all your life. [Pre-Chorus] You can’t touch this groove, it’s a stolen beat, Every slow grind’s a secret, every turn’s a retreat. I’m the dream you can’t catch, the shadow on the glass— Sip my moonlight, now you’re in the past. [Chorus] Lowrider, low down, slow like a flame, Drip from the roof, you don’t know my name. Liquor store signs paint the night in red, I’m the song you can’t forget. Lowrider, low down, no need to rush, You're just a ghost in the haze I hush. I’m the pulse of the block, the pulse of the road— You’re mine when I’m gone, and you never know. [Bridge] You think you know the rhythm, but you don’t feel the low, I’m the bass in the silence, I’m the afterglow. No license, no keys, just the rhythm in my veins, I’m the smoke in the streets and the flame in the rain. You chase the shape, but I’m the space in between— A slow burn, a whisper, a kiss, a dream. [Chorus] Lowrider, low down, slow like a flame, Drip from the roof, you don’t know my name. Liquor store signs paint the night in red, I’m the song you can’t forget. Lowrider, low down, no need to rush, You're just a ghost in the haze I hush. I’m the pulse of the block, the pulse of the road— You’re mine when I’m gone, and you never know. [Outro] Low down... Slow like a flame... You don’t know my name... Just the haze... Just the glow... Just the hum... Just me...