Push up, push up, feel the bass drop low

Every beat hits harder, let the rhythm flow

Hands up in the air, we ain’t gonna stop

Creeds on the speaker, take it to the top

Bodies moving fast, sweat drips on the floor

Aman Sharma got the sound that you been waiting for

Push up, push up, till the break of dawn

This is how we party when the night is on

I ain’t your saint, I’m the glitch in your prayer,

tattooed my name on the back of despair.

I bloom in the dark where the roses ain’t red,

paint truth in poison, watch angels drop dead.

Fake love’s a drug—snort it, bleed, forget,

I’m the scream in your dream you ain’t woken up yet.

Cross me once, I’ll ghost in your head,

differ, explicit, alive till I’m dead.