Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I came in quiet out the room, lean back,
white tea, clean cut, black on black,
palm on the wheel, all night mapped out,
big plan, small talk, I don't back down.
You see the look when I step through, no
fake shine, just the proof I do. From
the block to the glass and chrome. Same
old name, but I build my own.
Hands up, feel that swing. Heart go down
when I do my thing. One more step, we
cross that line. Tell me now. Is it
yours or mine?
Move it, move it.
Don't lose it now.
It on the sound.
Come closer. Say my name. Move it. Move
it. Do it again.
Do it again.