Pull up slow, blacked out frame

Tires talk, you know my name

Pocket full of late-night heat

One hand high, one on the beat

Eyes on me when I cross that lane

No fear, just a razor game

Cold chain, but my blood run warm

I came up from the storm

Wait

Let it drop

Feel that sway

I don't stop

Closer now

Hear that spark

One more turn

Then it's dark

Phonky beat

Turn up the heat

Move that way

Make it sway

Phonky beat ya

Turn up the heat

Overcrowded

Through me crowd and

Drop that beat

Red cup gone, now the room real loud

Boots on the floor in the low-lit crowd

She said, "Boy, you got a dangerous smile"

I said, "Baby, I've been gone a while"

Side to side with the steel in my chest

No clean slate, but I do my best

If they talk, let them talk all day

I'm the one they watch when I slide that way

Wait

Let it drop

Feel that sway

I don't stop

Closer now

Hear that spark

One more turn

Then it's dark

Phonky beat

Turn up the heat

Move that way

Make it sway

Phonky beat ya

Turn up the heat

Overcrowded

Through me crowd and

Drop that beat

Hands up high, then freeze

One breath, two, three

I don't chase, I draw you in

Right here where the night begins

Hit that Phonky beat ya

Turn up the heat

Move that doubt

Make it count

Phonky beat

Turn up the heat

Move that way

Make it sway

Phonky beat ya

Turn up the heat

Say my name

Burst into flames