Heatwave - Wilkinson, K.Flay

Feeling like Mike Skinner, lights flicker, blinking like a mic

Get a high quicker, let the heat just creep in

Spinning on white liquour, knife, and I drink it like a life

I’m done messing with these Radiohead bends

Sweating bullets discarded in this room

Tryna locate the door that I came through but now the wall’s

Shapeshifting, basing on dope shit, T-shirt's salting

Losing mostly all my focus, blowing smoke, Calvin Broadus

Mind tripping like two left feet

Bad decisions like who, ya, me?

I ought to sleep but just don’t seem to end the night

sick of my life and on the Bible I had two last week

Now we’re packed inside a sardine can

Heartbeat right about 1000RPM

Can’t talk but I still walk straight, got the buzz

Said you’re hot as fuck, but that’s not hot enough

No we’ll never stop fighting till there’s nothing left

Yeah, it’s getting hot, that’s the way we like it best

Make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat

Make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat, make em sweat

Yeah we’re messed up and maxed out, bass pumping that loud

Mashing till we’re right about to pass out

Yeah I’m breathless and half dead, sweating but that said

So many drinks I haven’t had yet

Totally wired, overly fried

My eyelids now they’re opening wide

That’s why I’m standing up but see I’m feeling like I’m falling

And if life is but a dream, I’m waiting for the next installment

Everybody’s talking real slow but my brain’s on triple speed

Blue streak and a go-glow fixing what my dome don’t know

But my senses have the tendency of fooling me

Tomorrow’s never promised so tonight let’s get demolished

Blazing, elevated, faded, whatever you call it

Solid, yet I still walk straight, got the buzz

Said you’re hot as fuck, but that’s not hot enough