Yeah—
Turn it up…
Let it shake the floor.
Bass so heavy make the ceiling crack,
Heartbeat sync with the speaker stack,
Lights go red when the system snap,
Feel the pressure when the low end smack.
Hands up high when the beat come back,
No control when the rhythm attack,
Lose yourself in the sonic black,
When the bass hit hard—ain’t no turning back.
Yeah I’m wired, no sleep, no rest,
Energy buzzing inside my chest,
Mind on fire, never feeling less,
Every step I take is a stress test.
Came from silence, now the noise my throne,
808s talking in a language of bone,
Every kick drum carving in stone,
This my zone, yeah I’m fully grown.
Count it down, feel it rise,
Air gets thin when the sound collide,
One more breath, then let it fly—
When it drops, we ignite the sky.
BOOM—let it shake, let it roll,
Low end digging in your soul,
No escape, lose control,
When the bassline takes its toll.
I don’t whisper, I rumble, I roar,
Every bar hit hard like war,
Sweat on the floor, crowd want more,
I don’t knock—I break the door.
Fast lane living, no brakes, no fear,
Sound so loud make it crystal clear,
If you doubt, let the bass appear,
One drop and the truth right here.
Jump—jump—feel that wave,
Move your body, misbehave,
No rules in this rave,
Bass my god and sound my faith.
Bass so heavy make the ceiling crack,
Heartbeat sync with the speaker stack,
Lights go red when the system snap,
Feel the pressure when the low end smack.
Hands up high when the beat come back,
No control when the rhythm attack,
Lose yourself in the sonic black,
When the bass hit hard—ain’t no turning back.
Yeah…
Let it fade slow—
But the bass stays with you.
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