Broke AC Boogie
Four men who have argued for twenty-five years and never once about the bassline
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.57
- vocal at
- 8.5s
- length
- 3:09
- words
- 199
- clichés
- 0
- language
- En
most sung: “sweat” ×21 · “ain't” ×4 · “degrees” ×3
shared with the crate: 76 other songs use “door” · 21 other songs use “window”
lyrics
Landlord said the AC died I said "cool" — well, I lied Ninety-eight degrees inside Box fan riding shotgun side Can't afford the arctic breeze So I'm dancing in degrees If I'm gonna sweat regardless Might as well sweat the hardest Sweat it out, sweat it out Ain't no shame in the shine Sweat it out, sweat it out Salt water, feeling fine Sweat it out, sweat it out The funk is my AC line Ice cubes in my coffee mug Boogie on a rolled-up rug My church fan says "Jesus Saves" He ain't saving me from this wave Sweat it out, sweat it out Ain't no shame in the shine Sweat it out, sweat it out Salt water, feeling fine Sweat it out, sweat it out The funk is my AC line Turn the bass up two degrees Hotter now — oh yes, please Whole block at my door like "sheesh" Broke never sounded this rich Sweat it out, sweat it out Ain't no shame in the shine Sweat it out, sweat it out Salt water, feeling fine Sweat it out, sweat it out The funk is my AC line Sweat it out — woo! Somebody open a window