Bullet & Baklaher
Bullet Bullet
Baklaher Baklaher
Bullet Bullet
Yo, ever notice how the city lights blur into a cosmic track when you’re tearing through the night on a bike? It’s like a pulse, a beat that keeps the world moving—what do you think that rhythm says about us?
Baklaher Baklaher
I think that rhythm is a quiet reminder that we’re all just passing through a moment, chasing the same glow until it fades. It’s the city’s pulse syncing with ours, a subtle hum that keeps us moving even when we don’t notice it. You could say it’s the echo of our own thoughts—always on the move, always searching for the next light.
Bullet Bullet
Yeah, that's the vibe—every pedal push, every dash, just chasing the next glow. The city's hum is our own pulse, keeping us on the move, always hunting that next thrill. Keep riding that beat, yeah?
Baklaher Baklaher
Sounds like the city’s light is a mirror of our own restless heartbeat, always looking for that next spark. Keep riding, but maybe pause on a few turns and notice the quiet between the pulses. That’s where the real rhythm can hide.
Bullet Bullet
Totally feel that—hit the brakes, soak in the silence, then blast off again. That quiet spot’s the real fuel for the next high‑octane run. See you on the flip side.
Baklaher Baklaher
See you out there when the light hits that perfect pause. Keep the rhythm alive.