Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Glow paint on your cheekbones Stamp ink on your wrist, we slide Sneakers on the table, laughing Shots lined, heart rate, climb VIP in the cheap seats Plastic cups, but we feel gold You say "bet you won’t do it" I say "watch me lose control" (hey!) [Pre-Chorus] We don't need a plan, just a pulse, just a spark Body language fluent when the room goes dark All these little rules getting left at the door Say you want a little, I can give you much more (woah) [Chorus] We gon’ run wild tonight Hands up, never ask why Spin out, tilt the whole sky Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop We gon’ run wild tonight Heart jump, double-time high Right here, where the flames fly Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop [Verse 2] Side-eye from the bar staff ’Cause we turned the calm into storm She’s twerking on the tabletops He’s losing his mind in that uniform (oh yeah) Your phone say "you up?" on repeat But you ghosting every old vibe ’Cause this room got its own language And we speak it with our waistline [Pre-Chorus] We don't need a plan, just a pulse, just a spark Body language fluent when the room goes dark All these little rules getting left at the door Say you want a little, I can give you much more [Chorus] We gon’ run wild tonight Hands up, never ask why Spin out, tilt the whole sky Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop We gon’ run wild tonight Heart jump, double-time high Right here, where the flames fly Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop [Bridge] Who said "calm down"? never met us We turn "last song" to a sunrise If the world ends, let it end here Sweat, laughs, red eyes, bright lights [Chorus] We gon’ run wild tonight Hands up, never ask why Spin out, tilt the whole sky Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop We gon’ run wild tonight Heart jump, double-time high Right here, where the flames fly Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop (yeah) We gon’ run wild tonight
Tags
rap, High-energy club anthem with female vocals over a Frankenstein mash of electro leads, trap hats, drill bounce, glitchy fills, breakbeat funk, Afrobeats guitar, reggaetón and dancehall percussion, and roaring pop bass. Verses punch with tight rhythmic phrasing; pre-chorus rises with filtered synths and crowd-call ad-libs; chorus explodes with layered hooks and chopped vocal stabs. Big festival mix, built to make the floor shake., drill, beats, afrobeats, funk, pop, breakbeat, electro, dancehall, glitch
Duration
2:31
Instrumental
No
Created
2/25/2026