

One,
two, three— Keep the fourth.
Kick goes straight, then I change the route
One little gap
and the lights cut out
You count clean
I cut the floor
Now the room wants more
but it doesn’t know what for
Step short
Turn wide
Bass waits
Then arrives
You keep waiting for the safe impact
I like the part where it doesn’t come back
One Two Three—
Drop the four.
Drop the four!
Give me something more!
Drop the four!
Make the whole floor roar!
One-two-three— Cut it short!
Drop the four! Let the low end kick the door!
Where’s
the beat? — Not where you left it.
You came ready with a perfect count I came loose and I
took one out You hit one I hit three Then I leave
one empty spot for the body to breathe
Late phrase
Fast switch
Soft touch
Heavy hit
You keep chasing where the pattern ends
I keep making wrong feel elegant
One Two Three— The four.
Drop
the four!
Give me something more!
Drop the four!
Pull the whole floor off the floor!
Miss that beat Catch that spark Bring it back
After dark!
Drop the four!
Give me something more!
You can keep the count.
I’ll keep the reaction.