Smoky & Molodoj
Smoky Smoky
Molodoj Molodoj
Molodoj Molodoj
Hey Smoky, ever feel like the city is a giant stopwatch and you’re sprinting through the neon beats? What’s your secret to keeping the rhythm alive after the lights dim?
Smoky Smoky
Yeah, the city ticks on, but I let the beat stay in my chest. After the lights go, I keep humming the last line of a song, and the city turns into a quiet groove. It’s all about remembering the rhythm of the night and letting it play on even when the crowd fades.