48 Hours

Featuring Tones real Voice [Intro] [slap bass, funk guitar, four-on-the-floor kick] Go, baby, go Go, baby, go (Mmm, 48 hours) [brass stabs] [Verse 1] [bass and drums continue, guitar scratches] Lean a little closer, let me show you Hall light low, shoes by the door TV on mute, I'm pulling you in more You step in like you already know That little smile says we don't need much talking anymore Come here Jacket on the chair, keys in the bowl Phone keeps buzzing on the counter, I let it go You walk in with that look like you know the code We can skip the small talk, take it slow and let it low [Pre-Chorus] [Hammond organ enters] The air's thick, I can't deny it Got that pull and I want to ride it Come a little closer, no need to wait I know exactly what your hands want to say Say less, move in, let the moment hold 48 hours and everything turns to gold [Chorus] [full brass section, driving rhythm] Go, go, go, go Go, baby, go Go, baby, go [Bridge] [bass and drums only] Hammond starts to climb, let it hum and shake Tempo keeps swelling, room starts to break Drum stack high, we don't hold it in Then the whole thing hits like a freight train in the skin [brass enters] You like that? Looks like gold I know what you want, I'm right here (Mmm, that's on the one and two) Closer, baby, pulls me in Yeah, just like that 48 hours [Outro] [brass flourishes, fading rhythm] Go, baby, go Go, baby, go (Mmm, 48 hours) Lean a little close, let me show you [final brass stab]