[Verse]
Grime on my hands, no soap in the sink,
Money in the air, watch the sweat link,
Drip on the floor, dirt in the seams,
Dance like the bassline swallowed your dreams.
Cuffs on the wrist, not the law, just the thrill,
Boots stompin’ hard, shake the concrete still.
No clean hands in this club, just stains,
Filthy moves, raw grooves, break the chains.
[Chorus]
Get dirty, filthy, grimy, raw,
Feel the bass crawl through your jaw.
No clean, no shame, no flaw,
Get dirty—'til the floor can't take no more.
[Verse 2]
Sticky like gum under the barstool's edge,
Sweat slick as ice on a razor's edge.
Lights flash, shadows dance on the wall,
Liquor on my breath, paint peeling off the hall.
This ain't a church, no saints in the room,
Only sinners with beats booming out the tomb.
Grind till the filth feels like gold,
New day rising, the night's still bold.
[Bridge]
Dirt on my sneakers, ash on my sleeve,
Sin in my steps, can’t make me leave.
Filthy, nasty, bassline's a thief,
Stealing my mind like a midnight belief.