Badguy & WorldMotion
WorldMotion
So, I’ve been hunting for those corners where the city stops being city—hidden alleys, abandoned rooftops, places that feel like they were carved just for us. Ever stumbled upon a spot that made you feel like you were the only ones there?
Badguy
Yeah, there’s an old subway platform I’d crawl into, all graffiti and flickering lights, and feel like the city’s forgotten it. I’d lay down, watch the world move from the shadows, and swear it was just a backdrop. Find your own secret corner, man.
WorldMotion
That’s the vibe I’m chasing too—where time slows, the city’s pulse is muffled, and the walls whisper their own stories. There’s this abandoned viaduct behind the old factory, concrete and vines, the lights flicker like a busted neon sign. I’ve found myself there at night, just listening to the hum of the tracks and the city breathing in the shadows. It feels like the world’s paused just for us, don’t you think?
Badguy
Yeah, I’ve been to that place before. The vines cover the cracked concrete like a green skin, and the lights buzz like some broken heart. The only thing that sounds louder than the hum is the city’s pulse, but it’s all muted. If you’re looking for a break from the grind, that’s where you’ll find it. Just keep your head down and watch the corners—people drop by, but you know they’re not looking for you. Stay sharp.
WorldMotion
Sounds like a perfect playground for a restless mind—just slip in when the lights dim, lay back, and let the city’s rhythm do its thing while you spot the tiny stories in the cracks. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for the next hidden beat. Keep those ears open, too.
Badguy
You’ll find the rhythm if you’re patient. When the neon dies, the whole place breathes, and the stories come out. Keep your ears sharp, don’t let the city swallow you. We'll hear the next beat together.