Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Lights low Teeth glow Jaw tight Let go (yeah) [Verse 1] I don’t talk I just walk in Jaw wired Eyes red No sleep Still fire Backdoor Two stamps on my hand Bad habits in a little white gram Line on the screen in the Uber Kissed her She tasted like sugar Whole squad in the queue No chill If it ain’t loud It ain’t real [Chorus] Fuck this shit I’m up Mix that rage in the cup If it don’t hit Add more Face to the floor Face to the floor Talking’s dead I’m gone Heart too fast Too strong If it ain’t mad It’s pretend If it ain’t drugs It ain’t my friend (hey!) [Verse 2] Bite marks Lipstick on my neck Half tank Flying like a jet Two pills Both hands on the rail Whole room shaking like it might fail Dealer in the booth with a grin “Take two Blow the roof off again” Cute face Black dress Wild eyes Say “slow down” But I love when it bites [Chorus] Fuck this shit I’m up Mix that rage in the cup If it don’t hit Add more Face to the floor Face to the floor Talking’s dead I’m gone Heart too fast Too strong If it ain’t mad It’s pretend If it ain’t drugs It ain’t my friend [Bridge] Sweat on the ceiling Blood in the bass I don’t feel feelings I just feel this place Too far Too late My pulse Your hands If we burn out tonight We burn out on this dance [Chorus] Fuck this shit I’m up Mix that rage in the cup If it don’t hit Add more Face to the floor Face to the floor Talking’s dead I’m gone Heart too fast Too strong If it ain’t mad It’s pretend If it ain’t drugs It ain’t my friend
Tags
dance, Peak-hour EDM banger at 132 BPM, four-on-the-floor kick and sharp hi-hats, distorted Reese bass and ravey synth stabs. Verses ride a minimal, gritty groove with filtered vocal chops; chorus explodes with wide supersaws, crowd-size claps, and sub-shaking drops. Male vocals, half-spoken swagger on the verses, shouted gang vocals on the hook, heavy delay throws into snare builds and a turbo-charged final drop., male vocals
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
2/18/2026