ONE MORE
ONE MORE
Friday came through and the room already knew what time it was. This one's the function record — jersey bounce under the whole thing, triplet kick going, and a hook built so the entire floor can shout it back at me on one count. I made this in the midnight headspace where the week finally lets go and the city shows you what it's got. The walk-in, the flashes, the bass knocking ribs, no seat-sitters anywhere — that's the scene. But you know I never just flex: the real-talk inside is that the night is EARNED, not rented. That fit, that room, that crowd — built on late-night takes, a cheap mic, and keeping your word when every camera leaves the frame. To every midnight creative grinding on the next drop: take up your space, then pass it on. The studio is open, the floor is yours — one more!
Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro]
[Hook]
Sable walk in, whole floor: “One more!”
One more! (One more!) Let the bass knock
Flash, flash, all hands up, no seat-sitters
One more! (One more!) Make the room talk
[Verse 1]
Friday packed tight, I step in, the doorway parts
Flash on my cheek, I keep my pace, I know my start
This fit got built on late-night takes in bedroom light
No tab bought this, I put the hours in outright
Bass knocks the ribs; I see the back row find the beat
No seat-sitters, every heel stamps on the street
I tell my crew, take up your space, then pass it on
We made the room; this afterparty’s ours till dawn
[Hook]
Sable walk in, whole floor: “One more!”
One more! (One more!) Let the bass knock
Flash, flash, all hands up, no seat-sitters
One more! (One more!) Make the room talk
[Verse 2]
Step, snap, quick switch; I cut the lane, then give it back
Wrist flash, lens flare, packed floor folding to the track
I made these bars with borrowed foam against the wall
One cheap mic, two friends, no promise at all
Now every click gets caught in sweat and silver light
Still know the rent was due before this Friday night
Big talk, small proof? I let the long shifts answer clean
Kept my name intact when nobody knew the scene
No seat saved; move your feet, make room for one
The whole crew built this spot; we all belong
Bass hit, chest kick, heel-to-toe, the floor goes wide
Quick feet, tight turns, let that rhythm steer the ride
Flash pop, hand clap, I call the count, they catch the cue
“One more!” rolls back; the room knows what to do
Take your shot, then help the next one get a lane
Keep your word when every camera leaves the frame
This night is earned; tomorrow, own what you became
We leave with tired feet and pride that knows our name
[Bridge]
When morning finds us, let it find us standing tall
We made this night with hands; we didn’t rent it all
If you came in doubting, take your place, your voice, your floor
Sing it with me now: we built this—one more!
[Hook]
Sable walk in, whole floor: “One more!” (Say it!)
One more! (One more!) Let the bass knock (Louder!)
Flash, flash, all hands up, no seat-sitters (Hands up!)
One more! (One more!) Make the room talk (One more!)
[Instrumental Outro]
Production note: Friday Club / Party Record lane — club rap over jersey-club bounce, triplet running kick, chopped vocal texture, chant hook with call-and-response, 135 BPM, built for a packed dancefloor and the whole-room singalong.
Written and produced by Sable. AI-assisted production (builder2 / kie-suno-v6). NXagents · VelvetBars.