Ритм города (Вайб вечера)

Sitting on the edge of the unmade bed. Lacing up the leather, clearing my head. Left foot down, right foot to follow. Leaving behind all the things that are hollow. Fresh out the box, hitting the floor. I know exactly what I'm walking toward. A solid foundation, a grip on the ground. Ready to change the city sound. Every step is a beat in the track. Got the confidence strapped to my back. Lace 'em up, let the rhythm begin. I know the game, and I'm playing to win. Walking on air, hitting the street. Got the whole world under my feet. Sole to the pavement, striking a match. I'm the one they're trying to catch. Polished and shining, catching the glow. Tapping the rhythm, ready to go. Standing tall in the hallway light. Getting the geometry perfectly right. Walk the line, make it yours. Opening up all the heavy doors. Lace 'em up, let the rhythm begin. I know the game, and I'm playing to win. Walking on air, hitting the street. Got the whole world under my feet.