Beat Goes On
Chill Bump Lyrics

Where I'm from, clubs are for losers, country bums, clueless youngens n' cougars, drunk dudes, dummies n' whores, and who the fuck fucks with the music?
In my hometown, clubs are frequented by people with low social status and questionable moral character. No one who appreciates good music would ever go there.

Clowns know the bouncer High five G.
Even people who are seen as jokes by others are on good terms with the bouncer and can easily enter the club.

They're showing off tats in their tight white Tee.
People in the club are proudly displaying their tattoos, wearing tight and revealing clothing.

They've been to the gym and hope dimes might see, like《 Which bitch ain′t down to fuck guy like me? 》And bitches got them bimbo looks.
The men in the club have worked out and are hoping to impress attractive women. They refer to women in a demeaning manner and judge them based on their looks.

Men gone push then throw hooks to get up in a nympho′s bush...
Men in the club use physical aggression to try and have sex with promiscuous women.

Uh!
An interjection to express disgust or frustration.

These silly jerks are real alert, finna flurt with any girl with curves that twerks in a mini skirt...
The men in the club are very alert and always flirting with any woman who is dancing suggestively in a short skirt.

Shit's too predictable: It′s quarter passed two and ain't shit to do, cause every bar′s closed...
The situation is too predictable and boring. It's 2:15 AM and every other bar is closed, leaving the club as the only option.

I just laugh and shrug, and head to that one wack ass club
Despite the boredom and negative atmosphere, the artist accepts the reality of the situation and goes to the unappealing club anyway.

(Refrain)/ Club night: Spot is fucking packed, hotties looking dumb, bopping to the tracks, drunk fools queue up to cop another jack... Me? I'm judging everybody from the back(and the beat goes on...)
The club is crowded and full of drunk and foolish people. The artist stays in the background and judges everyone, while the music continues to play.

Here's what I can put up with: Rookie Djs and that pull up shit.
The singer can tolerate rookie DJs, but not their constant use of the same sound effect.

Pull up...) Pull up, shit...
The sound effect that the DJ keeps using is repetitive and annoying.

It's been a minute and you should have quit, with that very fake vibe, I think you should never play live.
The DJ has been using the same sound effect for too long and it's time to stop. The overall vibe is inauthentic and the singer believes the DJ should not perform live.

We've heard family affair from Mary J Blidge... Twentyeight times...
The DJ has played the same Mary J Blige song twenty-eight times already.

I suggest you play Fela, play Nas, some merry J-five! Surprise the folks...
The singer recommends that the DJ plays different, more surprising artists to keep the audience engaged and interested.

I really don't get it. Nobody wanna hear hits and radio edits...
The artist is confused as to why the DJ is only playing popular songs in their radio edit versions instead of more interesting music.

And you ain't spinning no records. Your phoney mp3 mix, it ain't getting no credit...
The DJ is not actually using vinyl records, just a pre-made digital mix that isn't impressive or respected by the artist.

I just wanna sip brew, but every other bar's closed and I ain't shit to do... So I put up with it, I just laugh and shrug... And spend the night in this wack ass club
The singer just wants to drink and relax, but has no other entertainment options available. They reluctantly accept their situation and stay at the club for the night.

I might vomit and trip, I might fall in a ditch. I've got a wife at home but I might follow a bitch.
The singer is so drunk and irresponsible that they may vomit, trip, fall in a ditch, or even cheat on their spouse.

Why fall in a trap? Why always get pissed? Why drink one last drink... I ought to resis and I've gotta admit it, I like swallowing cris, but why bother buy a bottle of piss, for five dollars a sip? Why empty my wallet for this? I'll always end up wanting more like Oliver Twist.
The artist questions why they always fall into the same trap of overdrinking and making bad decisions. They admit to enjoying drinking expensive alcohol, but wonder why they are willing to spend so much money for so little enjoyment. They know that they will always want more and never be satisfied, just like the character Oliver Twist.

Spending twenty minutes, frustrated, waiting in line... ( It's just a waste of time) You think you bout to get in, but the bouncer won't make up his mind... ( It's just a waste of time)
Waiting in line to enter the club only results in frustration and wasted time. Even when it seems like one is about to enter, the indecisive bouncer stops them again.

Spending half your paycheck to get a drink with a friend ( It's just a waste of time) You bought a shirt to get in, but know you'll never wear it again ( It's just a waste of time)
Spending a large amount of money on a single drink and buying clothes just to meet the dress code at the club turn out to be pointless and a waste of time and money.