Dadeep — Spent Shell (Original Mix)

Midnight crossfire on the local lane
Nothing's personal, we do it for the game
Tires screeching, black smoke in the air
Nobody in this empty district care
Look down on the cold asphalt floor
We don't look back here anymore
Metal piece reflecting neon light
Left behind another smoky spent shell
Midnight crossfire on the local lane
Nothing's personal, we do it for the game