[Chorus] Slide on me, let the gravity break! Melting the ice every step that you take! Locking the hips, yeah we catching a wave, Doing the things that we take to the grave! Hold my neck, let the temperature rise, I see the wicked intent in your eyes. Pulling you close, with no space in between, The heaviest slow wine the city has seen! Yeah, grind on it. Don't rush it. [Verse 1] Skin on the skin, let the friction ignite, Blurring the edges of wrong and of right. Drop it down low, make it touch on the floor, Leave them all watching and begging for more. Fingers are tracing the line of your spine, Pouring the sweat like we pouring the wine. Breath on my collar, you biting your lip, I got the anchor right here on your grip. We stepping in time with the kick and the snare, Not looking around 'cause we don't even care! [Pre-Chorus] (Vocals become lower, more intimate) Pull me in tighter. Drop the weight on my chest. Let the rhythm dictate all the rest. [Chorus] Slide on me, let the gravity break! Melting the ice every step that you take! Locking the hips, yeah we catching a wave, Doing the things that we take to the grave! Hold my neck, let the temperature rise, I see the wicked intent in your eyes. Pulling you close, with no space in between, The heaviest slow wine the city has seen! Yeah, grind on it. Don't rush it. [Verse 2: Portuguese] Vem devagar, deixa o corpo falar, Olho no olho, não precisa parar. Sente a batida batendo no peito, A gente se encaixa do nosso jeito. Mão na cintura, puxando pra mim, Sabe que hoje não tem um fim. Desce gostoso, na ponta do pé, Mostra pra mim qual é que é. Fricção pura, o clima ferveu, O mundo lá fora desapareceu! [Pre-Chorus] (Beat pulls back, heavy sliding bass) Pull me in tighter. Drop the weight on my chest. Let the rhythm dictate all the rest. [Chorus] Slide on me, let the gravity break! Melting the ice every step that you take! Locking the hips, yeah we catching a wave, Doing the things that we take to the grave! Hold my neck, let the temperature rise, I see the wicked intent in your eyes. Pulling you close, with no space in between, The heaviest slow wine the city has seen! [Bridge] Don't break the contact. Keep the rotation. Pure isolation. Body conversation. (Bass slide down) Yeah... sink into it. Let the bass do the work. [Final Chorus] Slide on me, let the gravity break! Melting the ice every step that you take! Locking the hips, yeah we catching a wave, Doing the things that we take to the grave! Hold my neck, let the temperature rise, I see the wicked intent in your eyes. Pulling you close, with no space in between, The heaviest slow wine the city has seen! [Outro] Yeah. Right there. Don't move.
