

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (Yeah) (We ready) (Heh) Turn it up Turn it up [Verse 1] You walk in Every head turns slow VIP Like you own this show Little smirk And your hands say “come” Now my heart Kickin' like that drum [Pre-Chorus] Close We’re inches from the edge Toast To every bad decision Ghost Of every ex we left (Who cares?) Tonight we never listen [Chorus] Do a heat check We on fire Sweat drip Taking me higher Your hands on my waist Don’t stop ’Til the room ’til the room ’til the room goes black out Do a heat check Feel that burn Body to body No return If we blow this place tonight We don’t look We don’t look We don’t look back now (Hotel, motel!) (Oh!) [Verse 2] Lip gloss On your collarbone You talk slick Right into my phone “Round two?” In my ear you swear Then you pull On a strand of hair ( Dale! ) [Pre-Chorus] Close We’re dancing past the line Toast To every wrong decision Ghost Of staying home this time (Too late) Baby We’re already in it [Chorus] Do a heat check We on fire Sweat drip Taking me higher Your hands on my waist Don’t stop ’Til the room ’til the room ’til the room goes black out Do a heat check Feel that burn Body to body No return If we blow this place tonight We don’t look We don’t look We don’t look back now (Another round!) (Yeah, yeah)
Tags
dance, Glossy 2000s dance-pop banger: bright electropop synth stabs over a relentless four-on-the-floor groove, sidechained pads swelling under the hook. Verses ride tight, syncopated percussion and plucky arps while female vocals stay sassy and rhythmic; Pitbull-style male hype ad-libs punctuate key phrases. Choruses explode with layered girl-group harmonies, wide stereo leads, and a pumping sidechain. Short spoken pre-chorus ramps the tension, with a filtered DJ-style lift into the drop. Club-focused mix with thumping low end and crisp, glittery top., pop, vocal
2:38
No
2/21/2026