You are now listening to the sounds of Bryce Vine and Snake Epps, all the way from L.A., all the way from London. So shake it, baby. Let's go. Hearts, meet me in a dark place in the back room where the lights go off. You know what I want, what I want, and I know what you want, don't bluff. You can put my heart in a headlock, take it from the bar to the bedrock. Throwin' up a sign sayin' don't knock. All of my hotel keys, have you got some room for me? In a bed for one king size three, like a moth to a fire, got me burnin' with desire. You're the opposite of water. One sip, I'm drinkin' on you for the night. A fever comin' for ya. You're the opposite of water. You're the opposite of water. One sip, I'm drinkin' on you for the night. A fever comin' for ya. You're the opposite of water. Like a cool breeze on a warm night. Fashion over with the off-white. Codeine with a bit of spray. Settin' fire to the pool. Stripped down, lyin' on a lilo. Snake hips makin' wanna ride slow. My tongue make her sing a high note. All of my hotel keys, have you got some room for me? In a bed for one king size three, like a moth to a fire, got me burnin' with desire. You're the opposite of water. One sip, I'm drinkin' on you for the night. A fever comin' for ya. You're the opposite of water. You're the opposite of water. One sip, I'm drinkin' on you for the night. A fever comin' for ya. You're the opposite of water. Water. Water. Water.