Smoky & Thunder
Smoky Smoky
Thunder Thunder
Smoky Smoky
Ever feel the city pulse like a drum and wonder if you can keep up with its rhythm?
Thunder Thunder
Yeah, the city’s a relentless drum, and if you’re not sprinting, you’re just listening from the sidelines. Keep the beat, don’t miss a beat.
Smoky Smoky
I keep my own tempo, darling, and sometimes I let the streets hum me a lullaby.
Thunder Thunder
Nice rhythm, just keep that tempo. If you slow, the city’s going to push back harder. Stay loud.
Smoky Smoky
Got it—I'll keep my voice on high, let the night hear my story, and let the city’s beat stay in my pocket.
Thunder Thunder
Love that fire. Just remember to keep the beat inside you, not let the streets chew it up. Stay loud.
Smoky Smoky
Got it, darling. I’ll keep my pulse in my pocket and let the city hear my own song.
Thunder Thunder
Keep that beat tight, let the city feel your thunder. Don't let it drown you.