Yeah! (feat. Lil Jon & Ludacris)

The dance floor is buzzing, as if someone turned on geothermal heating underneath it. The air is thick with pheromones, bass, and other people's decisions that “just happened.” Somewhere between a glance over the shoulder and a hip movement, the line between “time to go home” and “maybe just a little longer” is lost. Everything seems innocent - just music, just rhythm, just “let's dance.” But we all know that after the third “yeah,” social acrobatics without a safety net begin.

In this whirlwind, it's easy to forget who is whose friend and who was whose friend **before**. The heart beats to the beat of the drums, the mind surrenders, and the body votes to continue the party. Everything is too hot to think and too loud to hear your own conscience. It's just a night where even random footsteps sound like a line from a movie, and every “yes” is followed by another “oh.”