Clap Behind the Beat

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah;

Ah, ah, ah, ah;

Streetlights flicker on, I'm hella cold tonight;

Heels hit the pavement, everything feels right;

While I'm cold in the back, let the drums reply;

Get drunk, knockin' like a train rollin' by;

We live a little late when it's night;

When the snare comes down, let the groove spin low, let the whole room drown;

Bassline talkin' slick with the rebel sound;

When the clap drips back, we all stay bound;

Move to the left and breathe and release;

Hearts in the pocket, bodies in Greece;

Cuber in the rhythm, fire in the crease;

When the beat says go, we don't ever cease;

Clap behind the tempo;

Let the night increase;

Cop a moon above and the block feels hot;

Every single step says you got what you got;

Synth is a spark in a rough-ass ghost;

Till the bass keeps post like a boat on float;

We lean a little late when the stair comes down;

Let the groove spin low, let the whole room round;

Bass lines like it's fake with a rebel sound;

When the clap trips back, we all stay gone;

To the left and breathe and release;

Heart to the pocket, bodies in grease;

Cuba in the rhythm, fire in the crease;

When the beat says go, we don't ever cease;

Clap behind the tempo;

Let the night increase;

Hold that sway, let the tension rise;

Calm and restored with the rum inside;

All of the shadows start to collide;

Brand of Congo whispers, the heart can't hide;

Move to the left and breathe and release;

Hearts in the pocket, bodies increase;

Cue by end of rhythm, fire in the crease;

When the beat says go, we don't ever cease;

Lay behind the tempo;

Let the night increase;

Hey, say it in the pocket;

Don't rush the flame;

Same old clock but it never feels the same;

And clocks fading like a foreign train;