Heatwave E

Ah. Feeling like Mike Skinner, lights flicker, Blinking like I might get a high quicker. Let the heat just creep in. Spitting on white liquor, paste it on my nights And I drink it like a life ender. Messing with these radio headbands. Sweating bullets, it's hotter in this room. Try to locate the door that I came through, But now the walls shape-shifting. Bass drum dope shit, T-shirt soaking. Losing most of my focus, blowing smoke, Calvin Brodis. Mind tripping like two left feet. Uh. Bad decisions like, "Who, yeah, me?" I ought to sleep, but just can't seem to End the night. 'Cause each time ticking my life, Hand on the Bible, I hit two last week. Now we're packed inside a sardine can. Heart beating right about a thousand RPM. Can't talk, but I still walk straight. Got the buzz, said you're hot as fuck, but That's not hot enough. No, we'll never stop fighting 'til there's nothing Left. Yeah, it's getting hot. That's the way we like it best. Make 'em sweat. Make sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make sweat. No, we'll never stop fighting 'til there's nothing Left. Yeah, it's getting hot. That's the way we like it best. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Yeah, we're mashed up and maxed out. Bass bumping that loud. Mashing 'til we're right about to pass out. Yeah, I'm breathless and half dead, sweating, but That said, so many drinks I haven't had yet. Totally wired, overly fried. My eyelids like garages, now they're opening wide. Swear I'm standing up, but see I'm feeling like I'm falling. And if life is but a dream, Just waiting for the next installment. Everybody talking real slow, but my brain's on Triple speed. Blue streak in the glow globe. Friction my dome, don't know. But my senses have the tendency of fooling me. Tomorrow's never promised, so tonight let's get Demolished. Blazing, elevated, faded, whatever you Call it. Solid, yeah, I still walk straight. Got the buzz, said you're hot as fuck, but That's not hot enough. No, we'll never stop fighting 'til there's nothing Left. Yeah, it's getting hot. That's the way we like it best. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. Make 'em sweat. sweat.