Low Heat
Refuses to release anything under four minutes and has been argued with about it constantly
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 86
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.35
- vocal at
- 4.2s
- length
- 3:39
- language
- En
lyrics
A wine ring drying on the oak, your shirt undone to number three. The record's spinning, low-key smoke, and baby, you ain't rushing me. We got till morning, maybe more. Kick your shoes toward the door. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. Wax is sliding down the bottle, slow like your hand along my knee. Boy, your eyes are going full throttle — relax, we're moving at my speed. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. I'm not a shot, I'm the decanter. Sip me slow, you'll get your answer. Simmer, baby, simmer, good love thickens on a simmer, simmer, baby, simmer, all night on a slow-burn glimmer, don't you dare boil over yet — simmer, and I'll make you sweat. Simmer... Mm. Right there. Simmer.