[Verse]

Music ain't the same no more it’s true

We used to bump tracks we could sneak through

Back alleys and stores with beats in the air

Now it’s all streaming they don’t even care

[Verse 2]

Used to grab a tape from the rack so sly

Spin it in the player let the speakers cry

Now it’s all codes and links so cold

No thrill in the chase no stories to be told

[Chorus]

Where’s the grit where’s the soul

Where’s the beat you could steal to feel whole

Now it’s clean now it’s neat

But it’s lost the flavor of the street

[Verse 3]

Records spun like secrets in the dark

Now algorithms push charts no spark

We’d dance to the scratch of a stolen gem

Now playlists just feel like a locked system

[Bridge]

A world of music you could hold in your hand

Feel the weight of the rhythm understand

Now it’s just pixels nothing feels real

Where’s the danger the rush the steal

[Chorus]

Where’s the grit where’s the soul

Where’s the beat you could steal to feel whole

Now it’s clean now it’s neat

But it’s lost the flavor of the street