Dip (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Blxst)

The bass booms as if the club walls were made of spring mattresses - everything vibrates, everything jumps. The atmosphere is pure excitement: the sparkle of bracelets, the clinking of glasses, and the clear rhythm of ‘dip-dip-dip,’ which is easy to get caught up in and forget about the time. There is no place here for morals or reflection, only dancing until you drop, money as fuel, and lights flashing in time with other people's ambitions. A little cheeky, a little cloying, but that's how it should be: one big celebration of the body and movement, as long as the night allows.