They got brand-new shoes They got brand-new dance But they pick and choose From the same old plans Everybody wants the smoke But few of them can stand the flame Everybody wants a story Then you got to want the rain Hit it up, baby Hit it up, darling We are the best bad decision you'll ever make Just forget ’em and algorithms You got rhythm in you heart, deep within Turn it up, light it up, burn it up Somebody, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap your hands now Drop it down right on me What is heat? You’ve got it from this beat On your feed, you can never find it, no Drop it down right on me Spin that vinyl from '73 All the people tumble like laundry Have a good night They got brand-new stars They got brand-new names Breaking all the charts In the same old lanes Everybody wants a fame But end up making all the same Everybody wants a story Then you got to break a leg Hit it up, baby Hit it up, darling We're the shortcut with a warning sign Just forget ’em and algorithms You got rhythm in you heart, deep within Turn it up, light it up, burn it up Somebody, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap your hands now Drop it down right on me What is heat? You’ve got it from this beat On your feed, you can never find it, no Drop it down right on me Spin that vinyl from '73 All the people tumble like laundry Have a good time Well, nobody recalls The coolest guy in town But we can hear the call of the great songs This city almost falls into a dream But I believe this beat keeps swinging A player’s like a prayer Chasing moment after moment Trying to find the heat and pass it on to the crowd Believing in people, people, people Probably they didn’t try to make a history, no They just played That’s why all those grooves are still alive Drop it down right on me What is heat? You’ve got it from this beat On your feed, you can never find it, no Drop it down right on me Spin that vinyl from '73 All the people tumble like laundry Have a good night