Verse
Sub hits my chest at half past three
Bassline moving through the crowd like static energy
Trainers on the floor, sweat on the glass
Every single body locked into the same fast pass
Strobe light catching gold dust in the air
Hands up, eyes closed, we ain't going nowhere
Kick drum talking, snare doing the rest
Chest to chest, we're chasing that same breath
Pre-Chorus
Feel it building, feel it rise
Losing time, losing the sky
One more drop and we collide
Chorus
Lock the skank in, let it go
Bass so heavy, rattling the floor
Lock the skank in, lose control
Hands up higher, we don't need no more
Verse
Warehouse walls are sweating out the bass
DJ Wraith cutting up the space
Skeez on the mic, keeping up the pace
Every skank tighter than the last one traced
Four in the morning, city's still alive
Neon through the windows, we don't wanna drive
Just stay right here where the rhythm never dies
Locked into the pocket, locked into the vibe
Pre-Chorus
Feel it building, feel it rise
Losing time, losing the sky
One more drop and we collide
Chorus
Lock the skank in, let it go
Bass so heavy, rattling the floor
Lock the skank in, lose control
Hands up higher, we don't need no more
Bridge
No names here, no faces we know
Just the sound and the way that we flow
Skank tighter, let the bassline explode
This the moment, this the only mode
Chorus
Lock the skank in, let it go
Bass so heavy, rattling the floor
Lock the skank in, lose control
Hands up higher, we don't need no more
Outro
Lock it in, let the bassline hold
Skank it out till the morning unfolds
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