Sub-Bass Confessions

I move slow

Let the low ends be for me

City life lurks

When the weight gets heavy

I keep my heart in the pocket of the night

Too many words

So I keep it tight

No extra noise

Just the pulse in me

Breath on the mic

Quiet memory

I've been holding on

With a calm face on

Even when the feeling says the light is gone

Sink in the dark

Let the bass take over

I don't rush love

I just drift it's over

Hands in my coat

Eyes on the ceiling

Trying to name this slow down feeling

Every step ends soft

I′m a worn out floor

I don't ask for much

I just want this more

If you hear me close

And you hear the truth

In the space between the beat and the groove

Sink in the dark, let the bass take over

I don't rush love, I just drift it slower

Hands in my coat, eyes on the ceiling

Trying to name this slow down ceiling