heat
NAV Lyrics


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(Yeah)
Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Focus, got a million dollar vision
No education for the both my wrists
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It's your plan, no, you can't abandon
Love my team, as far I know everybody solid
I'm the boss, a hit ain't gettin' sent if I don't call it
Got a lot to offer, I am not your average artist
Sit down, have a conversation with me, I got knowledge
Get excited every time the pills come around
Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"

I'm the brown boy everybody recognize
I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
She ain't fuck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
Fuck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco




Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"

Overall Meaning

In NAV's song "Heat," the lyrics touch upon several themes that reflect the artist's mindset and experiences. The opening lines, "Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness," suggest that NAV is indulging in a certain lifestyle, possibly referring to the consumption of drugs or other substances as a form of escape or pleasure. He follows this with the assertion that he has a clear vision and no need for formal education, indicating his belief in his own abilities and self-reliance.


The lyrics go on to highlight NAV's material success and the attention it brings, with mentions of expensive jewelry and a panoramic roof, as well as the admiration of a romantic interest. However, there is an underlying sense of tension and the need to constantly be aware of one's surroundings. NAV seems acutely aware of the potential threats and negativity that come with his newfound fame and success.


As the song progresses, NAV emphasizes his confidence and position as a boss in the music industry. He expresses frustration with people who talk behind his back but remain silent in his presence, suggesting a lack of loyalty or authenticity from those around him. Despite this, he remains focused on his goals of accumulating wealth, even if he sometimes loses track of how much money he has.


Overall, the lyrics of "Heat" convey NAV's self-assuredness, ambition, and the challenges he faces as a rising artist in the industry. The song reflects his experiences and mindset, offering glimpses into his personal journey and the complexities of fame.


Line by Line Meaning

(Yeah)
Expressing agreement or affirmation.


Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Consuming drugs recreationally without any actual health issues.


Focus, got a million dollar vision
Having a clear and valuable perspective or plan.


No education for the both my wrists
Lack of knowledge or formal training reflected in expensive jewelry.


Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Being in a luxurious car with the sunroof open, accompanied by affection from a partner.


Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Sensing the negative energy or pressure surrounding the singer.


Only VVS in my dimension
Being the only one with high-quality diamond jewelry in their realm or social circle.


I can show you how to get it, pay attention
Willingness to guide and teach others how to achieve similar success.


It's your plan, no, you can't abandon
Encouraging others to stick to their goals and not give up.


Love my team, as far I know everybody solid
Having strong trust and loyalty towards the artist's group or close associates.


I'm the boss, a hit ain't gettin' sent if I don't call it
Exerting control and authority over the distribution of music tracks.


Got a lot to offer, I am not your average artist
Having unique and valuable qualities as a musician, beyond the ordinary.


Sit down, have a conversation with me, I got knowledge
Inviting someone to engage in a meaningful discussion, emphasizing the singer's intelligence and wisdom.


Get excited every time the pills come around
Experiencing anticipation or enthusiasm when drugs are available.


Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
Feeling dizzy or disoriented when attempting to rest.


They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Engaging in gossip or criticism about the artist in their absence, but not confronting them directly.


Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count
Attempting to accumulate wealth, but struggling to keep track of the amount.


Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
Expressing frustration and a desire for others to stop gossiping or speaking negatively about the singer.


You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Expressing skepticism towards someone's claim of authenticity or genuineness.


Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Arriving in an impressive vehicle, leading others to inquire about its specifications.


Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Being willing to splurge and enjoy one's wealth rather than hoarding it until death.


Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Putting in significant effort and dedication, despite feeling superior in status or capability.


Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Having connections or access to reliable sources, akin to knowing influential figures.


Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
Encountering a situation where the artist was caught possessing marijuana upon arrival at Heathrow Airport.


They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"
Being released without severe consequences and receiving encouragement to continue creating great music.


I'm the brown boy everybody recognize
Being a well-known and recognizable figure as a person of South Asian descent.


I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
Refusing to engage in activities that do not benefit the singer financially or personally.


She ain't fuck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Being ignored and not receiving attention or interest from a particular person.


Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
After achieving success, the individual who previously disregarded the artist now desires their presence but must wait their turn.


I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Obtaining an ounce of a substance and intending to consume it completely.


Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
Being difficult to reach or contact, causing others to express frustration about being unable to communicate with the singer.


If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
Refusing to reciprocate affection or support towards individuals perceived as inauthentic or disingenuous.


Fuck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs
Showing a disregard for rivals or enemies, proclaiming an intention to continue attacking until ammunition is depleted.




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Written by: Navraj Goraya

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lore

Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Focus, got a million dollar vision
No education for the both my wrists
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It's your plan, no, you can't abandon
Love my team, as far I know everybody solid
I'm the boss, a hit ain't gettin' sent if I don't call it
Got a lot to offer, I am not your average artist
Sit down, have a conversation with me, I got knowledge
Get excited every time the pills come around
Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"

I'm the brown boy everybody recognize
I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
She ain't fuck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
Fuck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro



All comments from YouTube:

J T

Written by Nav produced by Nav. Never Disappoints! πŸ”₯

Jet_Jaguar81

Nav fire bro. Let em hate 😎

Christian Edwards

when hes alone no one can stop him

Ceruvelt

​@Jet_Jaguar81I almost fell asleep listening to this.

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Siddarth Bhagirath

This song doesn't get enough credit, the vocal chops are smooth and it's perfect car music. Two albums in a week that slowly grow, genius idea

Faith Monaco

Nav's beats are one of a kind

Aaron Wallace

Always

lore

Sippin' medicine, ain't got no sickness
Focus, got a million dollar vision
No education for the both my wrists
Panoramic roof, she blow me kisses (skrrt)
Everywhere I go, I feel the tension
Only VVS in my dimension
I can show you how to get it, pay attention
It's your plan, no, you can't abandon
Love my team, as far I know everybody solid
I'm the boss, a hit ain't gettin' sent if I don't call it
Got a lot to offer, I am not your average artist
Sit down, have a conversation with me, I got knowledge
Get excited every time the pills come around
Head spinnin' every time I try to lay down
They talk behind my back but don't say shit when I'm around
Tryna stack my money up, I keep on losin' count

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro"

I'm the brown boy everybody recognize
I ain't do not work if I ain't gettin' mine
She ain't fuck with me, she ain't even pay me mind
Now she wanna see me, told her, "get in line"
I just got an eight and I'ma pour it all up
Elusive, they say it's me they can't get a hold of
If I think you fake, I ain't acceptin' no love
Fuck the opps, we shootin' until we ain't got no slugs

Talkin' 'bout me, shut your mouth, I'm tired of it (shut your mouth)
You say that you're real, but I ain't buyin' it (no)
Pull up in some shit, they ask, "what kind is it?"
Fuck it, spend my money, I ain't dyin' with it (yeah)
Workin' like a slave, but I'm a king though (yeah)
Tapped in with the plugs, I know like cinco
Off the plane, got caught with weed in Heathrow (yeah)
They let me go, say, "keep on making heat, bro

Khalid

When NAV produces you know it’s gonna be good πŸ”₯

Exa

The melody is perfectly perfect ❀

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