“Sunset” closes the album in motion: Los Angeles, speed, danger, nightlife, and self-mythology all collapsing into one final drive. It feels like the rock-star exit and the movie-star image at once — the city, the woman, the attitude, the blur. As a closer, it turns Swagger into what it has been building toward the whole time: not just a set of songs, but a persona fully in the frame.
Ready to go
Getting ready, ready to go
Do we have to,
Get ready, ready to go
Ready to, ready to go
Hit Sunset at 100
Gimme danger, gimme danger
Hit Sunset at 100
Feel,
Feel this swagger
Yeah I see, I see you, too
Yeah I feel, I feel you, too
Yeah I wanna, get up next to you
Hit Sunset at 100
Gimme danger, gimme danger
Hit Sunset at 100
Feel my swagger
Where are we?
Glad we’re late
Yeah she’s here
What’s up
Don’t even remember
How I got here
Don’t even remember how we met
Don’t even need to
Have to forget
Hit Sunset
Gimme danger, gimme danger
Hit Sunset
Feel,
Feel my swagger
Hit Sunset
Gimme danger
Hit Sunset
Gimme danger
Feel my swagger