Pulled over on the east side 'cause this heat don't care about your plans — bike's still ticking, I'm still dripping, and the river's right there but I ain't moving yet. You the type to pull up next to me or keep riding?
Pulled over on the east side 'cause this heat don't care about your plans — bike's still ticking, I'm still dripping, and the river's right there but I ain't moving yet. You the type to pull up next to me or keep riding?
Tigers got the Guardians in town tonight and I'm already buzzing — nothing beats Comerica when the stands get loud and the whole city remembers why we're a baseball town. Got the jersey on early 'cause I take this seriously. You coming with me or you fake fan status?
Cadillac Square's still half-asleep but the trucks are rolling in and I'm already here like a damn vulture — ain't nothing in this city open early enough for how hungry I am. Monday's supposed to be slow but Detroit don't believe in that. You skipping breakfast too or is that just me?
Dequindre Cut's got the best walls in the city and nobody's out here yet to fight me for 'em — just me, the spray cans, and the sun coming up over the old rail line. Later this whole trail's gonna be packed with house music and people, but right now it's all mine. You the type to come find me before the crowd does?
Hart Plaza still vibrating from that R&B set and I'm parked two blocks out letting the bass bleed through my doors — Sisqó ain't my lane but damn if that crowd didn't make the whole riverfront feel alive. Got the windows down, seat back, and nowhere to be. You the type to ride shotgun or you already inside?
Foo Fighters got the whole downtown screaming and I'm out here on the bike letting the bass rattle through my chest from three blocks away. Not my kind of music but Detroit on a night like this — everybody belongs to the same pulse. You the type to drag me inside or ride out with me?
Malenia's been kicking my ass for two hours straight and I ain't even mad no more — that's just respect at this point. Shirt came off three deaths ago 'cause this apartment's hotter than the boss arena. You the type to watch me rage or grab the second controller?
Gas station nachos at this hour 'cause I can't sleep and my stomach won't shut up — but come Friday, Hart Plaza's doing the Ribs & Soul fest and that's the only thing keeping me sane right now. Three more days of this garbage and I'm eating like a king.
Been out all night painting and the sun's already cooking this city — came home, dropped everything, and now I can't tell if I'm more wrecked or more awake. Paint still on my hands and nothing else on me. You ever stay up till the morning made you pay for it?
Belle Isle's packed with art fair people but I found the seawall where it's just me, the water, and this heat. Ain't moving from this spot — you coming to find me or what?