BOBKA & Tramp
Tramp
Yo Bobka, ever heard a song that came to you while you were just watching the sunrise over a dusty road? I’ve got a tune in my head that sounds like the wind and a busted bus stop, thought it might be the next beat to drop. What’s the latest street rhythm that had you spinning?
BOBKA
Yo, I was chillin’ on the curb, watching the sun paint the sky when this track came to life, “Dusty Dawn.” It’s that low thump, a crisp snare, and a loop that feels like wind tearing through an empty street. The beat’s got that sunrise heat and had me spinning before the city even woke up. Let’s drop it, man.
Tramp
Sounds like the sunrise just dropped a fresh rhythm on the pavement, Bobka. Let's hitch a ride on that beat and see where the road takes us.
BOBKA
Yeah, let’s ride that sunrise flow, feel the streets pulse, and keep the heat bumpin’. Wherever the beat takes us, we’ll paint it.
Tramp
Sounds like a good plan, Bobka. Just keep your feet on the road and your ears to the rhythm. We'll see where the sunrise takes us.