SPINNIN′ ON IT

The hot air shimmers, as if the city itself is breathing thru the concrete and glass. Everything is floating in the rhythm of the heat – streetlights, reflections on the windshield, voices merging into a pulse. The body reacts before thoughts: dance as a short circuit between "more" and "too much." Each beat is like throwing a spark into gasoline, and suddenly you can't distinguish the heat from desire, and the nite becomes an arena for those who know how to burn without asking why. The world is melting under the bass, but instead of fatigue, there's a strange strength, like after a thunderstorm when everything is reset. It's not about love, it's not about pain, it's about an inner fire that even rain can't extinguish.