Midnight creepin' through the sepia haze,
Back alleys whisper secrets of the old days,
808s thump like a heart in decay,
Lo-fi life, hear the shadows sway.

Vintage tapes, poppin' hiss, digit debris,
Memphis whispers, they callin' me,
Aural ghosts, in this game, can't flee,
Drippin' secrets, like my old LP.

Eerie echoes, haunting memories,
Basslines thuddin', bring 'em to their knees,
Phonk tales from midnight seas,
Dark beats carryin' forgotten pleas.

Sharp snares, slice through the night,
Hi-hats shimmer, like faded light,
Vibe so heavy, can't take flight,
Nostalgia hits, grittier than a fight.

Haunted beats, from the crypt they rise,
Eyes wide open, no sunrise,
Lost voices, under neon skies,
Mid-tempo ghosts, spreadin' lies.

Vintage echoes in the whiskey gloom,
Heavy footsteps in an empty room,
Phonk beats from a timeless tomb,
Gritty vibes, bringin' the doom.