[Intro] [Instrumental: Heavy dramatic piano chord echoing into dead silence] (Mm, yeah) [Heavy rolling 808 sub-bass drops in] [Verse 1] Shadows hit the ceiling, yeah, we killing time Got that heavy rhythm running down my spine Lip gloss, leather, keeping it precise Don't need a reason, baby, roll the dice Sirens in the background, flashing gold and blue I'm just doing what I want to do [Pre-Chorus] Pulse racing, yeah, the room is getting hot Got that toxic habit and I want a lot No strings attached, just a heavy-metal shock Yeah, we locked in [Chorus] Turn the shit up, let the bassline bleed Got everything that a bad bitch need It’s a rush, it’s a thrill, yeah, we keeping it loud Standing right here, owning the crowd (Heavy bass, heavy bass) Yeah, we keeping it loud [Verse 2] Staccato keys ticking like a loaded gun Looking at the damage, man, we barely begun Cut the lights low, let the system shake Got a cold heart and a cool mistake No backstory, just a pulse and a beat Leaving everybody frozen in the street [Pre-Chorus] Pulse racing, yeah, the room is getting hot Got that toxic habit and I want a lot No strings attached, just a heavy-metal shock Yeah, we locked in [Chorus] Turn the shit up, let the bassline bleed Got everything that a bad bitch need It’s a rush, it’s a thrill, yeah, we keeping it loud Standing right here, owning the crowd [Bridge] [Instrumental Break: Sudden drop to crisp syncopated hi-hats and the dramatic theatrical piano chord stabbing through] [Close-mic whispered] Keep it heavy. [Build-up with rising pitch and rolling snare drums] Ready? Drop! [Chorus] Turn the shit up, let the bassline bleed Got everything that a bad bitch need It’s a rush, it’s a thrill, yeah, we keeping it loud Standing right here, owning the crowd [Outro] [Heavy sub-bass pulse vibrating] [Single, sharp theatrical piano chord hit] (Mmm, yeah) [Fade out]
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