[Sound: hip-hop breakbeats, 808 bass, pop melodies, EDM builds, 145 BPM] [Verse 1 — male, hip-hop flow] I literally can't even, this is da bomb All that and a bag of chips, going strong Talk to the hand cause the beat's talking now Been rocking this since cassette tapes, wow [Verse 2 — female pop, hooks] OMG, LOL, I can't, I just can't But the bass is hitting and the speakers chant We went from mixtapes to the MP3 But the way the music makes you feel? That's free [Build rising — trap snares foreshadowing] [Spoken, male] Something's coming. [Spoken, female] Oh my god, turn it UP. [Verse 3 — both, over the build] The internet came and the world got small But the dance floor knew no walls at all From Napster to Spotify, the song remains Different platform, same blood in our veins [Outro — beat peaking, about to drop] Same blood in our veins [Trap hi-hats bleeding in, build climaxing] [THE DROP — eurodance explosion, festival energy, 145 BPM] [Male, hyped] Boom! There it is! The corner went global! [Female, soaring hook] The streetlight became a screen, the screen became a stage! [Chorus — both, full festival hands-up] Same heartbeat, different pulse Different words, the same result From the boombox to the big room drop The heartbeat never learned how to stop! Same heartbeat, different pulse Every era said it felt this rush Ninety-nine problems but the beat ain't one Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up! [Verse 4 — male, nostalgic flow] Remember dial-up waiting for the song to load? Five whole minutes for thirty seconds of gold Burned it to a CD-R, wrote our names in Sharpie Passed it round the lunchroom like the secret's ours to keep [female, hook] Every generation got its midnight download Every generation got its anthem on repeat [Verse 5 — female pop, bright] MTV to YouTube, TRL to the feed The party moved from block to screen but never lost the beat Flip phone glow on a summer night We were shining our own light [Bridge — both, stripped to heartbeat drum] One heart, one line, one room, one time Every kid who found the song felt less alone inside One bass, one drop, one sky, one cry We were all just trying to feel alive [Final Chorus — both, maximum energy] Same heartbeat, different pulse Different words, the same result From the boombox to the big room drop The heartbeat never learned how to stop! Same heartbeat, different pulse Every era said it felt this rush Ninety-nine problems but the beat ain't one Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up! [Outro — beat fading to heartbeat drum] Turn it up... turn it up... Same blood in our veins Same heartbeat... different pulse [One final 808 hit — silence]
