Stank!

I came for the low end,

not the small talk Hands in the air,

then drop on the offbeat (uh)

Bassline talkin’ like it knows my name

Shoulders rollin’ in a slow-motion flame

Don’t need a reason,

just a corner of space When that kick hits,

I make that face (yeah)

Turn it up—let it lean,

let it bite I’m two steps from a problem in the light

Hold that drum fill,

let the room get tense Then cut it—one breath—no defense (ahhhh)

Make that stank face—right on the one

Bass so rude, got me bitin’ my tongue

Hands go up, then we bounce back down

Whole room moves when the beat comes ‘round (ooh)

(stank face) (hey)

Talk slick, but the groove talks louder

Step in the pocket,

make the floor feel prouder Neck full of sweat,

still clean in my stance If you feel that thump,

you already in the dance (yeah)

We can go quiet,

I don’t mind

Let that sub breathe—take your time

One, two—hold—now freeze Then let it fall right back on me (hummmm)

Count it up,

don’t blink now

When it lands, let your whole self wow

Hold that tension—don’t let go

Three—two—one—let it blow (ah!)

Make that stank face—right on the one

Bass so rude, got me bitin’ my tongue

Hands go up, then we bounce back down Whole room moves when

the beat comes ‘round (ooh)

(stank

face) (yeah)