Текст песни
Midnight flashing on the meter
Kick hits harder than tequila
Girls in stilettos, bass in zeros
Let’s flood the floor
Warehouse trembling, kick at 124
Smoke machines paint the girls in blur
Crop-top shimmer, ponytail whip
She locks eyes, quantizes my hip
Red-cup potion, neon devotion
808 spine in perpetual motion
Every snare crack splits the air
Crowd breathes in like a sub-bass prayer
She leans close, vibe on sync
Whispers, “turn it till the plaster sinks”
Fader up, mids peel back
Only room for booty and slap
Clang clap, sub on tap
Sweat drips glide on a subwoofer gap
Girls go low, lights go strobe
Bassline claws like a velvet robe
Clang snare, hands in air
Sexy little snare gets us everywhere
We don’t talk, we just conform
Bodies locked to the g-house storm
Side-chain pulsing through her backbone
She rides the drop like a silicone cyclone
Glitter curls flick in BPM
Heartbeats marry the renegade hem
Bouncer’s shadow, kick drum kick
Liquor on lips, tempo so thick
Record spins, inhibitions thin
Tonight the woofer is our original sin
Feel that pressure in your chest
That’s the midnight manifest
Girls on counters, cables coiled
Beauty bent and bass unspoiled
Clang clap, sub on tap
Sirens made of snare and slap
Walls can crack, we won’t stop
Drop so dirty need a mop top
Clang snare, hands still high
Eyes like sequins flash and fly
Till the strobes choke on smoke
We keep bleeding g-house till we’re broke
