Till The Floor Drops Out

[Intro]
Lights low
Heart up
Hands high
Don’t stop
[Verse 1]
Walk in, heat wave, sweat on the chrome
Every step syncs with the kick drum’s tone
I don’t flirt, I just claim this zone
One look, you’re already gone from your phone
Spin like a record, rewind that frame
You move, whole room forgets its name
I don’t chase, I change the game
When I count it in, everything goes flamed
[Pre-Chorus]
Two shots in, we’re fading doubt
Beat so loud it drowns you out
Breath on your neck as the room blacks out
Hold on tight now, we’re about to shout
[Chorus]
Till the floor drops out
We don’t come down
Sweat on our skin
We run this ground
Till the floor drops out
We black that sound
If the roof caves in
We still go loud
Till the floor drops out
[Verse 2]
Bassline breathing under your ribs
Every small move sending out big signals
I talk slick, every word ad-lib
You say “too much” but your hips say “triple”
Glow on your face, that strobe-lit crown
You pull me close, spin me back around
I fall off beat just to watch you drown
In the rush when the walls all melt to sound
[Pre-Chorus]
One more step, we’re phasing out
Feet come loose from solid ground
Gravity bends when the lights dim down
Count it, feel it, hear that countdown
[Chorus]
Till the floor drops out
[Bridge]
Three… we don’t breathe, we just lean
Two… feel the pull in between
One… every limit comes clean
Zero hits, everything goes green
[Chorus]
Till the floor drops out

rap, High-octane electro-club banger with deep sidechained bass pumping under tight kicks, razor synth leads, and stuttered vocal chops. Verses lean into charismatic male rap with rhythmic phrasing; pre-chorus filters the beat down, letting pads and risers build tension. Choruses explode wide with stacked hooks, bright top synths, and crowd-call ad-libs. Short breakdown before the final drop for a big hands-up moment., steady, deep, electro, male vocals