Lyrics

(Intro)
(Muffled sound of a crowded club, heavy bass vibrating through walls. Suddenly, a heavy door shuts, and the sound becomes crisp, clear, and intimate. A smooth, melancholic synth chord progression begins.)
Yeah.
Turn the vocals up a little bit in the monitor.
Look.
It’s always the same story, just different cities.
You know how it goes.
(Verse 1)
Bass rattling the trunk of the Phantom, yeah
We skip the line, the bouncer already know the plan, yeah
Too many bodies in the club, I need some space
Headed to the back, I just need to see your face
Your girls in the main room taking shots at the bar
But we in the lounge, looking at exactly who we are
I see you checking your phone, waiting on a text
But the only one that matters is the one I’m sending next
I bought the whole section just to get you out the crowd
You was acting like you’re shy, but you was screaming out loud
Now the lighting is low, and the energy shifts
I’m trying to give you something that the city can’t gift.
(Pre-Chorus)
They screaming out the lyrics to a song I wrote last year
But I’m just trying to get you out of here
Yeah, the world wants a piece, but I’m guarding the gate
Tell me, is it the lifestyle, or is it the fate?
(Chorus)
‘Cause we skip the club, head straight to the lounges
Where the lighting is low and the whole vibe changes
You was dancing for them, now you dancing for me
In the VIP, baby, this is where we gotta be
Club and lounges, yeah, the city is ours
Counting up the time, yeah, we counting the hours
I don’t need the crowd, I just need your attention
Late night in the 6ix, I got no intentions... of leaving.
(Ad-lib: No, no, I ain't leaving)
(Verse 2)
Look.
My phone on DND, I’m avoiding the calls
Everybody want a seat when the empire falls
But you sitting right here, and you ain’t asking for nothing
Just the way that I look at you when everybody’s buzzing
I remember when we used to drive around the West End
Now the whole industry trying to pretend that they’re my friend
But in this room, it’s just the ice and the truth
I see the hesitation hiding underneath your youth
You said you wanted space, I gave you the whole damn floor
Now you mad ‘cause I’m the only one who can give you more
Yeah, the champagne’s cold, but the conversation’s hot
Tell me what you want, ‘cause I’m giving you all that I got.
(Pre-Chorus)
They screaming out the lyrics to a song I wrote last year
But I’m just trying to get you out of here
Yeah, the world wants a piece, but I’m guarding the gate
Tell me, is it the lifestyle, or is it the fate?
(Chorus)
‘Cause we skip the club, head straight to the lounges
Where the lighting is low and the whole vibe changes
You was dancing for them, now you dancing for me
In the VIP, baby, this is where we gotta be
Club and lounges, yeah, the city is ours
Counting up the time, yeah, we counting the hours
I don’t need the crowd, I just need your attention
Late night in the 6ix, I got no intentions... of leaving.
(Bridge)
(Beat strips back. Just a lonely, echoing piano and a soft, ticking hi-hat. Vocals become more vulnerable, half-sung.)
Is it the lifestyle? Or the late nights?
Is it the way that I hold you when the city gets bright?
Leave the acting at the door, baby, tell me the truth
‘Cause I’ve been through the clubs and the lounges, I’ve seen it all
I’ve seen the fake love, I’ve seen the walls fall
But right now, it’s just us.
Yeah. Just us.
(Guitar Solo / Beat Switch)
(A smooth, muted electric guitar riff slides in, bringing the energy back up. The 808s return, heavier this time.)
(Chorus)
So we skip the club, head straight to the lounges!
Where the lighting is low and the whole vibe changes!
You was dancing for them, now you dancing for me
In the VIP, baby, this is where we gotta be
Club and lounges, yeah, the city is ours
Counting up the time, yeah, we counting the hours
I don’t need the crowd, I just need your attention
Late night in the 6ix, I got no intentions... of leaving.
(Outro)
(Music begins to fade, leaving just the atmospheric synth and a slow drum beat)
Yeah.
Club and lounges.
We know the difference.
Turn the music down a little bit.
Just talk to me.
You know I got you.
More life.
(Sound of a lighter flicking, a slow exhale, and the track fades to silence)