Lyrics
[Intro]
Who let him in?
Who gave him that?
Freak boy—
Bring the bass back.
[Verse]
Scuffed-up tekkies on a polished floor,
Security watching me touch the door.
Cheap gold tooth and a crooked grin,
"Howzit!"—whole room stiff when I wander in.
They look me over, they look away,
Then copy the shit that I wore that day.
Price tag hanging, trying too hard—
I made mine with a marker in the yard.
Lip curled up when they hear me speak,
Same mouths asking for a pic next week.
Keep that flash out of my face,
I came for the jol and a little more space.
[Build]
Side-eye.
Big smile.
Let it hang a little while.
One kick.
Floor shakes.
Watch how quick that pretty shit breaks.
[Chorus]
Jislaaik!
Freak boy!
Who brought the racket?
We did!
Too loud?
Get used to it.
Bass hits—
Put your whole back into it.
Jislaaik!
Freak boy!
Hands off the volume.
Leave it!
One more—
Fuck it, repeat it.
Freak boy!
Let the whole room feel it.
[Drop]
[Verse]
Sweat runs down through the ink on my tee,
Someone spills a drink, keeps dancing with me.
Loose change jumps in a plastic cup,
DJ cuts it—I'm shouting, "Turn up!"
Camera out, wanna catch me slip,
Get a good shot of the split in my lip.
Caught one elbow—"Eish!"—laughed it off,
Still got bounce when the lights come on.
Your lift's outside, mine's long gone,
Got two sore feet and another song.
Stop that beat and I'll stamp it out,
Give this room something else to shout.
[Chorus]
Jislaaik!
Freak boy!
Who brought the racket?
We did!
Too loud?
Get used to it.
Bass hits—
Put your whole back into it.
Jislaaik!
Freak boy!
Hands off the volume.
Leave it!
One more—
Fuck it, repeat it.
Freak boy!
Let the whole room feel it.
[Breakdown]
Kill the kick.
Hear that?
Feet still going.
Bring it back.
[Drop]
[Outro]
Who let him in?
Too late for that.
Freak boy—
Bring the bass back.