Midnight Silhouette

[Intro] [Funky, isolated slap bass riff. A single, crisp snare hit.] Bass. Lights. Sweat. Good God. [Verse 1] City bake. Street shake. U in the corner sipping something fake. I step center. Catch the eye. Leave the baggage. Watch it fly. Hesitation? Cut it loose. I got the rhythm, I got the juice. [Pre-Chorus] [Music strips back to just bass and a ticking hi-hat] Hear the bass? It rearrange the space. Get up. Step n2 the light. [Chorus] [Explosive instrumentation, full brass section, tight vocal harmony] Midnight silhouette! Place the bet, break a sweat! Treble drop, don't U stop! Make the concrete pop! Midnight silhouette. Ow! [Verse 2] [Staccato vocal delivery, riding exactly on the beat] Horns blow. Doors go. Master plan U didn't know. Attitude? Cute. But I'm the man. Catch the rhythm if U can. Trade a whisper 4 a shout. That's what Splash is all about. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the bass? It rearrange the space. Get up. Step n2 the light. [Chorus] Midnight silhouette! Place the bet, break a sweat! Treble drop, don't U stop! Make the concrete pop! Midnight silhouette. Ow! [Bridge] [Tempo drops slightly into a heavy, grinding, nasty funk groove] Break down. Just the drums. Lower. [Guttural scream] Horns! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, wild vocal ad-libs] Midnight silhouette! Place the bet, break a sweat! Treble drop, don't U stop! Make the concrete pop! Midnight silhouette. Yeah.