Heat of the Night Grind

Yeah. Make the bass, turn the lights down. We taking it

nasty, y'all. Yeah. In the heat of the night,

under the moon's cold light , we dance and grind and got the sweat just

right . Thick with the rhythm , raw with the

groove . Turn up the furnace, lose control, now move .

Feel the beat deep, feel the sweat and the heat. Going low,

can't admit defeat. Ready to tear, ready to roll. This that night you never tell

a soul. I lick, you blow, I lick, you blow.