Heartbeat in my chest like a kick drum,
She said, “Don’t catch feelings, we just having fun.”
But the sweat on your skin got a different tongue,
Telling me tonight ain’t done, we still young.
Ride that bassline, low and obscene,
Neon sweat drip, we melt the screen.
No names, just sparks in the back of the Uber,
Fingers on the trigger, we don’t need a future.
Heartbeat—boom—like the cops at the door,
We keep going, going, till we can’t feel no more.