Deepsound - Underworld

Black cars creeping when the streetlights fade.
Everybody knows the kind of moves we make.
No names on the doors, no talk on the phone.
Underworld business, ain't no shit on our own.
Cold nights, dark suits, pressure in the air.
One look from the boss, everybody's there.
Money change hands while the city sleeps.
Underworld moving while the whole town dreams.
Red lights behind us, we don't slow down.
Too much weight when the crew comes around.
From the backroom deals to the lights downtown.
Underworld, that's the name in this town.
Underworld,
we go down.
Lose ourselves when the sun goes down.
Too deep in, ain't nobody around.
We came for the night, now we own this town.
Underworld,
hear that sound. Midnight drive, dark glass, moving through the crowd.
Cash talks, phones ring, hear the bass beat loud.
One car door swing, now the whole crew's out.
Black tint rolling, nobody sees inside.
Underworld in motion, taking over midnight.
Backdoor meetings, whiskey on the table.
Everybody loyal, everybody knows the label.
Gold on the wrist, but the suits stay clean.
Built a soul empire where the lights can't see.
One phone rings, then the whole room moves.
Underworld business, that's how we do.
Red lights behind us, we don't slow down.
Too much weight when the crew comes around.
From the backroom deals to the lights downtown.
Underworld, that's the name in this town.
Underworld,
we go down.
Lose ourselves when the sun goes down.
Too deep in, ain't nobody around.
We came for the night, now we own this town.
Underworld,
hear that sound. Midnight drive, dark glass, moving through the crowd.
Cash talks, phones ring, hear the bass beat loud.
One car door swing, now the whole crew's out.
Underworld. Late nights, closed doors.
Underworld. Everybody knows the name.
Underworld.