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Heartbeat
15
Hip-Hop/Rap
Heartbeat was released on November 12, 2025 by Élande as a part of the album Heartbeat - Single
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Release DateNovember 12, 2025
LabelÉlande
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM115

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Esper World
Esper World
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefen Supplice
Stefen Supplice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wonderlust Beats
Wonderlust Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Oooh
Oooahh
Hm
Looking at me hot, but you playing cold
Playing really hard to get, but ain't saying no
Little bitty hourglass, see it through ya clothes
Little bit feminist, let ya nipples show
We could play the long game, do the dinner dates
Or we could give in to the looks painted on our faces
We could pencil in affection at steady rates
Or you could let me take you home, help you renovate
I'm just serious, cause like, seriously
Ya posterior just keeps cheering for me
And that top you wearing keeps staring at me
Your body language is speaking things
Got my interest piqued, I'm tryn see some things
We front door, got my keys to janglin
Inner freaks unleashed today
You gone like how my speakers bang
But listen bae
Don't you open that window up
Less you tryna wake the neighbors up
You better put ya phone away
I'll open that camera up
I'm aiming it right at your lips
Skip gym cause I stay fittin this
Tie you up like I learned in Japan
Out in public, Parisian French Kiss
Oooh
It's the things you do to me
Hands round my neck like jewelry
Do it
Oooahh
It's the way you got me
Speeding up my heartbeat
My heartbeat's
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
That I am ready to go (Racing)
Heartbeat, my heartbeat (Racing)
For ya
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
Whenever you are around (Racing)
Can't speak, I can't speak (Racing)
For ya
Banging to the beat like a snare drum
Banging on my chest like an ape
Dinner reservations at seven
Walking in with the girl I just ate
Rolling in the sheets like a California King
Nah, we don't make love, we mate
Had a couple people ask if I'm giving her a ring
And I'm thinking goddamn, I just might
She say I'm a snack, take a bite
She ride on ya boy like a bike
I'm handling bars like a bike
I open the house, where's the mic?
I'm poking that girl and the way that she screaming
You'd think that my peepee was spiked
Don't call 'em bitches, cause momma raised right
But the bad ones is what I like (So listen, bae)
Don't you open that window up
Less you tryna wake the neighbors up
You better put ya phone away
I'll open that camera up
I'm aiming it right at your lips
Skip gym cause I stay fittin this
Tie you up like I learned in Japan
Out in public, Parisian French Kiss
Oooh
It's the things you do to me
Hands round my neck like jewelry
Do it
Oooahh
It's the way you got me
Speeding up my heartbeat
My heartbeat's
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
That I am ready to go (Racing)
Heartbeat, my heartbeat (Racing)
For ya
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
Whenever you are around (Racing)
Can't speak, I can't speak (Racing)
My heartbeat's
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
That I am ready to go (Racing)
Heartbeat, my heartbeat (Racing)
For ya
(Racing) I wanted you to know (Racing)
Whenever you are around (Racing)
Can't speak, I can't speak (Racing)
For ya
Written by: Stefen Supplice
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