[Intro] Hands up Dust in the air Gold chain swingin’ Trouble in the stair
[Verse 1] Mama in the window Yellin’ “come eat” But the whole block dancing Middle of the street Flip-flops slappin’ Kids spin Then freeze Old men laughing Tea cups Smoke And breeze
[Chorus] Desert rooftop fever Turn it up Turn it up Ya habibi Heart like a drum Beats quicker Shake the ground Make the night look dizzy Desert rooftop fever From the alley to the TV screen We don’t run from the heat We breathe it Make a palace from a torn-up scene
[Verse 2] Shop lights flicker Plates crash Then cheer Bride in red walking Henna on her wrist so clear Cousins on the tables Phones high “one more!” Neighbor’s baby sleeping Still bouncing with the floor
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[Bridge] Let the drama rise Eyes on me now Every little glare We turn it to a vow From the gossip on the stairs To the rhythm in our veins We turn everyday pain Into fireworks and flame
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Phong cách âm nhạc
High-energy Oriental-drama fusion over driving shaabi groove, layered darbuka and tabla with thick bass and squelchy lead hook. Verses stay tight and percussive, call-and-response ad-libs, then chorus explodes with crowd chants and claps. Add dramatic strings stabs and buzzy synth line in the hook; male vocals, raw and streetwise, slightly overdriven., drama