Drake & Smoky
Smoky
Got any nights where the city lights felt like a climb, each building a rung to a summit you’re just too eager to reach?
Drake
Yeah, there’s that one night after a tough climb when the city’s neon pulsed like a long route. I was on the roof of a 30‑story building, the skyline stretching out like a vertical wall, and every light felt like a handhold. I kept pushing, thinking I’d reach the summit of the city even though my legs were screaming. It’s a rush, that feeling of being just a step away from the top.
Smoky
Sounds like you’re living a midnight climb, and that city light pulse? Keep feeling the rush—like a jazz solo that ends in the sweetest note. Don’t let the skyline drown you, just let it set the beat for your next jump.
Drake
Midnight’s the perfect route, the city lights are like chalk marks. I ride that pulse, then push to the next hold.
Smoky
Midnight’s the route, and those lights are your rhythm—just keep humming the next bar.
Drake
Yeah, I feel it in every beat, just keep moving up.
Smoky
Let each beat lift you, and let the skyline’s glow be your lullaby for the next climb.