In the neon haze where the city bleeds,
LOYALTY whispers through the cracks of concrete hearts,
Ailee’s voice— a velvet dagger, slicing silence,
Dok2’s flow— gritty asphalt, unrepentant scars.
We crawl beneath moonlight’s fractured gaze,
Promises etched in bruises, not ink,
Echoes of footsteps syncing with basslines,
Trust a fragile currency, spent in shadows.
Groovy Room spins tales of devotion’s decay,
Where love and betrayal dance, entwined,
In this labyrinth of beats and broken vows,
We bleed, we bend, yet remain—loyal.