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You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded Your club full, your drugs in Laptop in front of your fingers Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back One more time Check the setup, recheck the setup, Check your charge Battle record on deck, you’re set How’s your cues? Run through the tracks and the channels You’re sprinting It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set Drink your water, throw it back Thumbs up the light guy Toss the bottle under Your gear under your fingers, worn And won Breathe. For a second. Perfect. Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver There’s magic in the air. black. (beat.) (beat.) (beat.) LET THE BASS DROP
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
The DJ
You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded Your club full, your drugs in Laptop in front of your fingers Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back One more time Check the setup, recheck the setup, Check your charge Battle record on deck, you’re set How’s your cues? Run through the tracks and the channels You’re sprinting It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set Drink your water, throw it back Thumbs up the light guy Toss the bottle under Your gear under your fingers, worn And won Breathe. For a second. Perfect. Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver There’s magic in the air. black. (beat.) (beat.) (beat.) LET THE BASS DROP
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
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