(Intro) (Sound of a hospital monitor heart rate accelerating rapidly) (Beat drops: Sharp, staccato Jersey club kicks) Queen Mya: Yeah... KillEm: It’s clinical, baby. Queen Mya: I don’t need a doctor, I need the booth. KillEm: Prescription filled. Let’s get it. (Chorus: Queen Mya) I’m diagnosed, I’m diagnosed High-grade adrenaline, watch how I post Pulse hittin’ rhythm like a Caribbean coast When the beat drops hard, I’m the one you need the most Diagnosed, yeah, I’m feeling the heat Need a double dose of that Jersey club beat I’m addicted to the motion, addicted to the vibe Got the whole city feeling what I’m prescribing inside. (Verse 1: Queen Mya) Temperature rising, look at the gauge I’m acting erratic, I’m owning the stage Don’t call the medic, I’m perfectly fine I’m just losing control of my heart and my mind Soca in the blood, trap in the lungs I’m speaking a language in all of these tongues One side of the island, one side of the street Colliding together when I’m moving my feet. (Verse 2: KillEm) Yeah, Doc said I’m terminal, status: “The Lit” Check the EKG, yeah, I’m over the pit I’m a patient of the rhythm, a slave to the bass Got that high-octane look right here on my face I’m feeling symptoms of a night that won't end I’m the best dose of medicine, tell all your friends Caribbean soul with that Jersey Club grit Pop a pill, pop a collar, we just tryna get lit It’s a contagion, the dance floor is sick Every time I step in, the needle go thick Stat! Get the speakers up, turn up the gain I’m the doctor of the party, I’m easing the pain. (Bridge: Queen Mya & KillEm) Queen Mya: Raise your hands if you feel the side effects... KillEm: Heart racing, pupils dilated, yeah, what’s next? Queen Mya: Higher, higher, the tempo is climbing... KillEm: Syncing the pulse while the island is rhyming. (Heavy synth breakdown – Steel pans chop up into a Jersey club rhythm) (Chorus: Queen Mya & KillEm) I’m diagnosed, I’m diagnosed High-grade adrenaline, watch how I post Pulse hittin’ rhythm like a Caribbean coast When the beat drops hard, I’m the one you need the most Diagnosed, yeah, I’m feeling the heat Need a double dose of that Jersey club beat I’m addicted to the motion, addicted to the vibe Got the whole city feeling what I’m prescribing inside. (Outro) KillEm: Lab results are in... Queen Mya: And? KillEm: It’s terminal. We’re never going home. Queen Mya: Let the rhythm take it. (Beat fades out with a frantic, fast-paced Jersey Club outro) (Sound of heart monitor turning into a flatline that abruptly turns into a party cheer)
