Hot in the Kitchen

bass trap, minimal dub, trap, afrobeats, afro swing, edm

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Verse 1
Yo, the ambiance shiftin', can you feel the climate change?
My internal furnace set outside the normal range.
Just the way you lookin' got the meter spiking red,
Forget the conversation, readin' everything you said.
It's a pressure cook, I can see the steam begin to rise,
We past the point of chill, no more need for disguise.
Got that five-alarm feelin', lookin' at you right across the bar,
Forget the ignition, baby, you've already launched the car.
The air is thick, no ventilation, thermostat is broken,
Every single movement, a promise that's unspoken.
Yeah, I came here lookin' for the flavor, somethin' sweet and low,
But you flipped the script, now we runnin' the inferno show.
Pre-Hook
No safety switch, we cut the wires to the control panel,
Gotta push the limit, the way we gotta channel.
The clock is tickin', and the heat is exponential,
We about to find out what's truly essential.
Hook
(Oh!) Gettin' hot in here, yeah, the temperature's high!
Forget the AC, let the passion fly!
We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen,
No intermission, baby, I like it that way!
(I like it that way, yeah!)
The meter's spiking, we don't plan on quittin',
This ain't slow cookin', baby, we on fast grillin'!
We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen,
No superstition, baby, I like it that way!
Verse 2
From the lounge to the stove, where the real experiments start,
You lookin' like a snack, but I'm ready for the whole cart.
Got your flavor profile, complex, bold, and intense,
Every single spice you add just ratchets up the recompense.
I'm talkin' slow simmer, then a flash-fry, double the intensity,
You the recipe, baby, the ultimate density.
No need for a timer, when it's done, you just know the taste,
The energy we burnin' ain't ever gonna be a waste.
Yeah, the ceiling's drippin', and the windows are fogged,
But we just laughin', 'cause we set the bar, we hogged
Every ounce of fire, pushed it past the max,
Now there's no goin' back, no more need for the tax.
Bridge
Slow motion now, but the friction is fast,
This moment of heat is designed to last.
You the conductor, I'm the train on the track,
Gave you the green light, no takin' it back.
From zero to scorchin', right on cue!
You know what I want, and I know what you do...
Hook
(Oh!) Gettin' hot in here, yeah, the temperature's high!
Forget the AC, let the passion fly!
We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen,
No intermission, baby, I like it that way!
(I like it that way, yeah!)
The meter's spiking, we don't plan on quittin',
This ain't slow cookin', baby, we on fast grillin'!
We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen,
No superstition, baby, I like it that way!

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Verse 1 Yo, the ambiance shiftin', can you feel the climate change? My internal furnace set outside the normal range. Just the way you lookin' got the meter spiking red, Forget the conversation, readin' everything you said. It's a pressure cook, I can see the steam begin to rise, We past the point of chill, no more need for disguise. Got that five-alarm feelin', lookin' at you right across the bar, Forget the ignition, baby, you've already launched the car. The air is thick, no ventilation, thermostat is broken, Every single movement, a promise that's unspoken. Yeah, I came here lookin' for the flavor, somethin' sweet and low, But you flipped the script, now we runnin' the inferno show. Pre-Hook No safety switch, we cut the wires to the control panel, Gotta push the limit, the way we gotta channel. The clock is tickin', and the heat is exponential, We about to find out what's truly essential. Hook (Oh!) Gettin' hot in here, yeah, the temperature's high! Forget the AC, let the passion fly! We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen, No intermission, baby, I like it that way! (I like it that way, yeah!) The meter's spiking, we don't plan on quittin', This ain't slow cookin', baby, we on fast grillin'! We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen, No superstition, baby, I like it that way! Verse 2 From the lounge to the stove, where the real experiments start, You lookin' like a snack, but I'm ready for the whole cart. Got your flavor profile, complex, bold, and intense, Every single spice you add just ratchets up the recompense. I'm talkin' slow simmer, then a flash-fry, double the intensity, You the recipe, baby, the ultimate density. No need for a timer, when it's done, you just know the taste, The energy we burnin' ain't ever gonna be a waste. Yeah, the ceiling's drippin', and the windows are fogged, But we just laughin', 'cause we set the bar, we hogged Every ounce of fire, pushed it past the max, Now there's no goin' back, no more need for the tax. Bridge Slow motion now, but the friction is fast, This moment of heat is designed to last. You the conductor, I'm the train on the track, Gave you the green light, no takin' it back. From zero to scorchin', right on cue! You know what I want, and I know what you do... Hook (Oh!) Gettin' hot in here, yeah, the temperature's high! Forget the AC, let the passion fly! We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen, No intermission, baby, I like it that way! (I like it that way, yeah!) The meter's spiking, we don't plan on quittin', This ain't slow cookin', baby, we on fast grillin'! We gon' turn up the heat to hot in the kitchen, No superstition, baby, I like it that way!

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