Basements in Hollywood x House Party Halo (Mashup)
rap, Hybrid dark trap and boom bap over Afro-swing groove, huge 808s and warlike toms, Male lead rap with a melodic, slightly distorted edge; female hook silky and soulful with Southern flair, Verses stay minimal and menacing, hook opens with lush pads and bright plucks, Electronic risers into a boss-battle drop, stacked chants and crowd FX for a night-club anthem sheen, electronic, female vocals, soulful, country, hip hop, afrobeat, swing, male vocals, smooth, Post Hardcore, Nu Metal, House, synth, Male vocals, electropop
Basements in Hollywood x House Party Halo (Mashup)
rap, Hybrid dark trap and boom bap over Afro-swing groove, huge 808s and warlike toms, Male lead rap with a melodic, slightly distorted edge; female hook silky and soulful with Southern flair, Verses stay minimal and menacing, hook opens with lush pads and bright plucks, Electronic risers into a boss-battle drop, stacked chants and crowd FX for a night-club anthem sheen, electronic, female vocals, soulful, country, hip hop, afrobeat, swing, male vocals, smooth, Post Hardcore, Nu Metal, House, synth, Male vocals, electropop
Lyrics
Back door
Black stamp
Red RENT sign on the ramp
Load-in through the kitchen
Grease smoke
Half ambition
[singer A]
This that basements in Hollywood
Duct tape dreams still sounding good
If you know
Then you know
We flood
Whole block shaking from the neighborhood
Underground halos
Cheap perfume
Legends start in the laundry room
Basements in Hollywood
[melodic interlude]
[singer B]
Red cups
Glow on the dash
Boots on the porch
Whole crew bout to crash (hey!)
[singer B]
He pull up late
Tires talkin' on the gravel road
Chain on his chest
Heart heavy from a week that broke
She in the mirror
Dark lip, soft eyes, fringe coat
Country in her voice
But the hurt got a city tone
[singer B]
This that house party halo
Dirty on the dance but our hearts stay gold
Hands on my waist like you won't let go
Lose our minds, keep our souls in control
Got that house party halo
Floorboard shake while the night runs slow
If we crash, we crash real close
House party halo, halo
[transition]
[singer A]
Door guy’s on in ten
Takes cash
Jumps back again
Mic smells like an ashtray
Still we pass it like it’s Champagne
[singer A]
No guest list
Just a group chat
Miss the text
Then you miss that
Five-song set
Two get cut
Still scream every word from the gut
[singer A]
This that basements in Hollywood
Duct tape dreams still sounding good
If you know
Then you know
We flood
Whole block shaking from the neighborhood
Underground halos
Cheap perfume
Legends start in the laundry room
Basements in Hollywood
[instrumental]
[singer B]
Bass make the frame
Rattle pictures of the folks we were
Camo hat, black dress
Both stained by a few wrong words
You slide in close
Whisper, "I don't wanna feel alone"
I said, "Say less"
Let the small talk turn to smoke (ooh)
[singer B]
Sip for the secrets
Shot for the shame
One more for the lovers
Too proud to say their names
We ain't forever
We just tonight
But damn if tonight
Don't feel like a life (woah)
[singer B]
This that house party halo
Dirty on the dance but our hearts stay gold
Hands on my waist like you won't let go
Lose our minds, keep our souls in control
Got that house party halo
Floorboard shake while the night runs slow
If we crash, we crash real close
House party halo, halo