Poncho- No sleep, more low end, all nerve

(Intro)
Listen close now, the room starts to rattle.
Step off the wall, let the floorboards answer.
This is Brooklyn Bounce in the red zone.
We’re live right now.
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(Verse 1)
We came in loud with scuffed-up boots,
A packed room breathing through the drainpipe heat.
This is for the kids at the center of the crowd,
Hands up, eyes sharp, no place to hide.
Feel that kick? It lands and keeps on moving,
Tonight we bend the lane and take it with us.

(Chorus)
No sleep, more low end, all nerve —
That’s the code we run, that’s the curve.
Club kids, can you hold this pace?
We’re shaking the rafters clean off the place!

(Verse 2)
Drop the script, drop the polished face,
We’re dragging every thought into the backbeat.
Fast talk, loose wires, a jagged spark,
Can you hear that pressure in the speakers?
One more surge, one more crack,
We’re keeping this wild thing on the track.

(Bridge)
(The tempo slows down, tension builds)
Hold still... while the whole room leans in.
Let the pulse crawl up your spine, no glass, no gin.
We cut through steel, we cut through doubt,
You came for the break? You came for the break?
One... two... three... NOW!
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(Chorus)
No sleep, more low end, all nerve —
That’s the code we run, that’s the curve.
Club kids, can you hold this pace?
We’re shaking the rafters clean off the place!

(Outro)
No sleep, more low end, all nerve.

No rules now.