Prime Pump

I heard there was a drought.

I heard the machinery was locking up, stalling out on you.

See, that's the problem with a vintage engine—it needs a mechanic who speaks the language.

I don't need a head start.

I don't need a chemical spark.

I'm natural gas, baby.

And I'm just getting warm.

I see the fire in your eyes, a fever looking for a home.

You've been starving in a palace, sitting on a lonely throne.

He gave you excuses, but I'm here to give you weight.

I don't negotiate with time, I don't leave it up to fate.

My blood is moving steady, a river heavy and deep.

I've got promises for your body that I'm built to keep.

You're a Grand Cru vintage, and I've got the thirst.

I know how to handle the pressure before the bubble bursts.

I'm young enough to last, but man enough to know

Exactly where to plant the seed to make the garden grow.

No stutter in my heartbeat, no flicker in my frame.

When I step into the room, the oxygen knows my name.

I'm the irrigation for the soil you said was dry.

I'm the reason you won't have to look for answers in the sky.

I stay ready so I never have to get ready for you.

Whatever the demand is, I'm the one to see it through.

Let me prime the pump, let me wake the flow.

I've got the kind of energy that's never running low.

I'm the high-speed rhythm for your high-octane soul.

I'm taking back the pieces that he couldn't keep whole.

No blue pill magic, just the chemistry of skin.

Tell me where you want the fire, and let the work begin.

I'm the answer to the prayer you whispered in the dark.

I'm the steady-burning flame, not just a dying spark.

Check the pulse.

Check the line.

I've got all the stamina, and I've got all the time.

Round one is the appetizer, round two is the meal.

Round three is when I show you just how gravity can feel.

I don't bow to the floor, I rise to the occasion.

I'm the physical truth, not a mental persuasion.

I'm the reservoir.

I'm the overflow.

I'm the man who stays until the morning glow.

Let me prime the pump, let me wake the flow.

I've got the kind of energy that's never running low.

I'm the high-speed rhythm for your high-octane soul.

I'm taking back the pieces that he couldn't keep whole.

No blue pill magic, just the chemistry of skin.

Tell me where you want the fire, and let the work begin.

I'm the answer to the prayer you whispered in the dark.

I'm the steady-burning flame, not just a dying spark.

The engine's humming now.

Can you feel that?

That's the blood flow.

That's the response.

I'm not stalling.

I'm just shifting gears.

Stay right there.

We're just getting started.