[Verse] Sun’s crawlin’ down the block, concrete breathin’ fire, Sheez, my walls vibrate like a bassline on the wire. Neighborhood anthem blarin’ through the cracked door, Peaches sweatin’ in the fridge—this heat’s a war. Her speakers hum like honey on a summer thread, Bassline drip-drip-drip through the roof like rain on lead. I don’t hate the beat—truth, I want to dance, But when the rhythm’s rattlin’ my ceiling, I’m not in the trance. [Pre-Chorus] I’m standin’ in my kitchen, towel on my head, Sippin’ water like it’s my last thread. She’s sittin’ on her porch, glowin’ in the gold, Singing every track like she’s the queen of the world. [Chorus] Dance, my neighbor, dance! Let the speakers scream— This heat’s a rhythm, this chaos, a dream! My walls are shakin’, but I’m still in the groove, You turn the block to a summer rave, and I’m loose! Dance, my neighbor, dance! Let the speakers scream— This heat’s a rhythm, this chaos, a dream! I’ll shout through the noise, I’ll scream it out loud: You're the heat, you're the beat—your music’s the crowd! [Verse] She got the fire, she got the mic, she got the soul, I’m on my third fan, I still can’t control my goal. I’m clappin’ to the beat, but my window’s cracked, Still, I can’t deny—she’s throwin’ a perfect act. Her playlist’s “Sunset Serenade,” but it’s 3 PM, But I’m feelin’ the pulse in every single limb. She’s playin’ old-school love songs, but the sound’s like thunder, I’m dancin’ in my socks, like I’m lost in a wonder. [Pre-Chorus] I’m swaying to the beat, but my walls are in distress, Fretting with the heat, but still I find my zest. She’s rockin’ the block like a queen with a crown, And I’m dancin’ in the flames—no one else around. [Chorus] Dance, my neighbor, dance! Let the speakers scream— This heat’s a rhythm, this chaos, a dream! My walls are shakin’, but I’m still in the groove, You turn the block to a summer rave, and I’m loose! Dance, my neighbor, dance! Let the speakers scream— This heat’s a rhythm, this chaos, a dream! I’ll shout through the noise, I’ll scream it out loud: You're the heat, you're the beat—your music’s the crowd! [Bridge] So let the bricks shiver, let the windows cry, I’m not askin’ for silence, I’m just askin’ to fly. You’re a storm in a porch swing, a beat in the blue— This heat, this noise, this life, this thing we do. No need to turn it down, I’m here with the flame, We ain’t in sync, but we’re alive, and that’s the game. [Outro] Dance, my neighbor, dance! Let the speakers scream— This heat’s a rhythm, this chaos, a dream! I’m still in the groove, still feelin’ the sound… You’re the heat, you’re the beat—your music’s the crowd. Yeah, your music’s the crowd.