Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Lights low Phone glow Crew in the back We on go (yeah) [Verse 1] Walk in, smell like pressure Bad one, dancing extra Eyes talk, no lecture Wrist cold, iced texture Section packed, we the center VIP like an entrance Outside feel like December In here it feel like vengeance (yeah) [Chorus] It’s a late night party, don’t slow down Hands in the air, we own this town Sip after sip ‘til we all lose count If you came for the calm, you came to the wrong crowd Late night, late night, we don’t clock out Bass so loud that it drown your doubts Round after round ‘til we all lose count If you came for the calm, you came to the wrong crowd (yeah) [Verse 2] Phone on do not answer New dance, new disasters She move, time move faster Whole room stuck, you the caption Table look like celebration Whole squad lit, no translation Outside world feel distant Right now, we the constellation (woah) [Chorus] It’s a late night party, don’t slow down Hands in the air, we own this town Sip after sip ‘til we all lose count If you came for the calm, you came to the wrong crowd Late night, late night, we don’t clock out Bass so loud that it drown your doubts Round after round ‘til we all lose count If you came for the calm, you came to the wrong crowd (hey)
Tags
rap, Moody trap club banger with male vocals; sparse, swirling synth bells over a heavy, swinging low end. Verses sit in a tight, whispery pocket; ad-libs and doubles widen key rhymes. Hook lifts with layered chants and a brighter pad, then drops back into smoky, late-night minimalism., hip hop
Duration
1:50
Instrumental
No
Created
3/18/2026