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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)
Details
GeneratedFeb 21, 2026
Duration2:38
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
Evolutionhitz
EvolutionhitzModelAria v5
Prompt
dance, 2000s club-ready dance-pop with glossy electropop synths, four-on-the-floor kick, and Pitbull-style male hype ad-libs sprinkled between slick female vocal hooks; verses ride a tight syncopated
