Gloomy, slow Hip Hop with misty buzzing synths, distant piano, deep bass and steady drums, featuring male rap about enjoying the party, living with confidence, and proving you belong in the spotlight. Perfect for crime dramas, gritty reality TV, thrillers and character-driven film scenes. 146 bpm (Amin)
Arranged, produced, recorded and mixed by David Bohlen at Born Difrent Studios, USA.
Mastered by Daniel Goodridge.
Artwork by Ben Pierce.
Yeah, woah, yeah
Uh, don't stop
Run it up
Pour me something in my cup
Party just getting started
Right on time
Just my luck
Don't stop
Turn me up
Don't you feel it burning up
Hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you heard of us
Uh, I know you heard of us
We hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you heard of us
Uh, I know you heard of us
Yes, we hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you burning up
It's the weekend
Time to jam
Just pulled up with the fam
And they don't card me at the door
'Cause they know who I am
Everything has gone according to plans
We doing good
You bleeding money like a hole in ya pants
But don't
Don't stop
Run it up
Pour me something in my cup
Party just getting started
Right on time
Just my luck
Don't stop
Turn me up
Don't you feel it burning up
Hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you heard of us
Uh, I know you heard of us
We hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you heard of us
Uh, I know you heard of us
We hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you burning up
Don't stop
Keep going
And we got the tree blowin'
We ain't done until the early morning
You ain't even know it
You ain't even know it, right
Uh, don't stop
Turn me up
Don't you feel it burning up
We hit the scene and raise the temperature
I know you heard of us
Yeah, I know you heard of us
We hit the scene and raise the temperature
I got it burning up