Hook
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
glass to the lip, watch the skyline dip, we lit now.
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
headlights blur, heartbeat stutter, gettin’ loud now.
Verse 1
Pour up a little courage, sticky on the tongue,
city hums like syrup when the night been done wrong.
Roll with the day ones, pockets full of old songs,
we laugh at the trouble like it owe us somethin’ long.
She dip in my zone with a halo of neon —
kissed by the chaos, she ain’t never a pawn.
Talk cheap out the window, smoke ghosts in the lawn,
we count by the bottle, till the past gets withdrawn.
Hook
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
glass to the lip, watch the skyline dip, we lit now.
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
headlights blur, heartbeat stutter, gettin’ loud now.
Verse 2
Neck iced, but the cold can't freeze this mood,
old friends turn strangers when the money intrudes.
Fakers on the timeline, actin’ like they knew,
but shots make the truth drip through the residue.
Backseat confessions under highway hum,
we trade our regrets like they currency some.
Mama said steady, don’t let the devil come close,
I keep a prayer in the watch and a wish on my toast.
Pre-Chorus
Spin out, spin in, the circle never ends,
we chase that dizzy thrill even when it bends.
Laugh loud, fall hard, still we pretend —
tonight we kings and queens, till the mornin’ sends.
Hook
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
glass to the lip, watch the skyline dip, we lit now.
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
headlights blur, heartbeat stutter, gettin’ loud now.
Bridge
Pour another memory, let it echo slow,
all these neon saints with nowhere else to go.
If the room starts tiltin’, hold your side close —
we float on the aftermath, ghosts on the radio.
Verse 3
Enemies steady lurkin’ with fake smiles and claws,
shots make courage louder than the law.
We move like we bulletproof but we bruise in the dark,
tradein’ scars for stories, every mark a landmark.
If tomorrow comes crooked, we done what we could,
spent the night like gamblers in a good neighborhood.
Spin back to the start when the DJ drop the hook,
one more round, one more look — that’s the book.
Hook / Outro
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
glass to the lip, watch the skyline dip, we lit now.
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
keep playin’ that chorus till the lights fold out.
Shots make ’em spin ’round, spin ’round, ayy —
we own the blur, we ride the sound, till the sun come down
Porque music
See you when I see you
Otro