Yeah, I’m poppin’ like a fountain, neon in the night,
diamonds do the moonwalk, ice commas in my bite.
808 heartbeats, bass thunder in my veins,
your name on the snare drum, sparks spelling our flames.
Slide through the smoke, two-step on a cloud,
every gaze a paparazzi, but my eyes got a crowd—
just you in the middle, body talking in slang,
I’m the hook, you’re the verse, let the whole city hang.