Verse 1

Sun sinkin’ over the city, laneways hum like a hive,

Kids on the corner spinnin’ stories, keepin’ legends alive.

Sunnies on the dashboard, stubby ring in the tray,

Nan’s words in my pocket like a compass in the grey.

Beat starts slow, 808 breathin’ out the dusk,

Hi-hats tic-tac tickin', every truth turnin’ to dust.

We trade old scars for new tracks, each line’s a map,

From Bondi arc to Melbs lane, we stitch the gaps.

Pre-Chorus

Pass the mic, pass the bottle, pass the torch to the next,

Every yarn’s a treasure, every verse a reflex.

Lights flicker, bass creeps — feel the story expand,

We’re storytellers on the wire, palms sticky with sand.

Chorus

Yarn & bass, tell me what you’re holdin’ back, mate,

Drop the truth, drop the beat, let the night levitate.

We spin the past into gold when the speakers shake,

From the bush to the blocks, it’s the tales that make the place.

Drop (EDM/Trap breakdown)

(Instrumental surge — synth swell, snare roll, heavy sub drop)

Yarn — drop — bass — hush — story crackles, then blast,

We ride the surge, warp the past to the future fast.

Verse 2

There was a bloke down at the servo who swore he’d seen it all,

A busted ute, a broken crown, and a footy scar that crawled.

He spoke of midnight auctions where dreams get bid and sold,

Of kids who learn to hustle when the city gets cold.

I inked his cadence in my verse, turned his silence into sound,

Now his shadow walks the chorus, his echo stomps the ground.

We paint the suburbs electric, neon paint on the night,

Spin yarns for the lost ones so they don’t fade from sight.

Pre-Chorus

Pass the mic, pass the bottle, pass the torch to the next,

Every yarn’s a currency, every lie’s a text.

Light the fire, feel the tremor, let the chorus expand,

We’re narratin’ while we levitate, makin’ myths from the sand.

Chorus

Yarn & bass, tell me what you’re holdin’ back, mate,

Drop the truth, drop the beat, let the night levitate.

We spin the past into gold when the speakers shake,

From the bush to the blocks, it’s the tales that make the place.

Bridge

Arvo ghosts and streetlight prophets, we trade names for hope,

Ain’t just talkin’ for the likes — we’re teachin’ how to cope.

Drop the tempo, keep the heartbeat, breathe in that low glow,

Every voice a constellation, watch the stories grow.

Synths shimmer like water off a corrugated roof,

We sit cross-legged, pass the beat, let the truth cut loose.

Final Chorus (with ad-libs)

Yarn & bass, tell me what you’re holdin’ back, mate,

Drop the truth, drop the beat, let the night levitate.

We spin the past into gold when the speakers shake,

From the bush to the blocks, it’s the tales that make the place.

Yarn & bass — oh — yarn & bass — come home with me,

We’re mouldin’ myths on the dancefloor, livin’ history.

Outro (fade)

Last echo on the skyline, gumtree silhouettes in chrome,

We walk home with the chorus, each step reclaimin’ home.

Keep your yarn close, keep your bass louder than the doubt,

We’re storytellers, bruv — that’s what it’s all about.