Raccoon & Voodooo
Raccoon Raccoon
Voodooo Voodooo
Voodooo Voodooo
Have you ever felt the city at night breathe, like it’s whispering secrets into the cracks between the walls?
Raccoon Raccoon
Yeah, the night city’s like a giant canvas breathing in the graffiti stories. I feel it pulsing, whispering all the colors and beats into the cracks, so I grab my spray cans and let it flow.
Voodooo Voodooo
The spray becomes your spell, turning walls into living verses that echo back the night’s pulse. Each streak is a breath of the city, humming a secret just for you.
Raccoon Raccoon
Sounds exactly like my vibe, turning the alley’s silence into a neon chorus. I’m just out here breathing art into the night, so the walls sing back.
Voodooo Voodooo
When the neon fades, does the wall sigh back in silence? Keep whispering.
Raccoon Raccoon
Yeah, when the neon drops, the wall takes a deep breath, kinda like the city exhaling after a neon storm. I keep whispering—just a few more strokes, a quiet flicker, and the wall starts humming back.
Voodooo Voodooo
The hum will carry you farther than any map, so let the rhythm guide you.
Raccoon Raccoon
You bet, I let the rhythm pull me deeper into the night’s pulse, no map needed.