Just a few weeks ago, music lovers were buzzing and maybe even comparing (imagine!), Beyoncé and Drake’s latest release. Debuting just a few days apart in June, her single “Break My SoulAnd his surprise album Honestly, never mind produced energetic debuts, both steeped in dance and house influences. Coincidentally or not, the two have sparked conversations about the genre’s revival (although many argue it never died out) and how it has been shaped in history. history Black artist, special Black artist.
In a fitting follow-up, Beyoncé and Drake just released a new song together—something like that. The rapper, born Aubrey Drake Graham, is credited as one of the writers of “Heated”, a track on Bey’s new album, Renaissance. Other writers include Britney “@Chi_Coney” Coney, Denisia “Blu June” Andrews, Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Oliver Rodrigan, Ricky Lawson, Rupert Thomas Jr. and Sean Seaton.
Of course, this isn’t the first time Bey and Drake have worked together. Popular rapper appearing on “Mine“From Beyoncé’s 2013 album of the same name, and she lent her voice to the backing track on”I can”From Drake’s Care package in 2019, every GQ. Although he doesn’t sing on “Heated,” Drake’s influence is evident in Bey’s tone and flow. The fact that his frequent collaborator, Boi-1da, produced the song only reinforces this claim. (Beyoncé, Neenyo, Sevn Thomas and Jahaan Sweet are listed as producer.) Demo with Drake’s own vocals maybe or maybe not on the internet.
“Heated” is an undeniable hit, perfect for those sweaty summer nights at the club (I would need a cold drink just thinking about it.) But aside from the party vibes, Beyoncé also includes a touching and daring tribute to her Uncle Jonny, who died of HIV, at the end of the song. “Uncle Jonny made my dress / That cheap t-shirt, she looks sloppy,” she raps.
Beyoncé’s mother Tina Knowles-Lawson explain on Instagram that her nephew Jonny was the designer and tailor for Beyoncé’s evening gown. He helped elevate Bey and Solange, “influenced their sense of style and originality,” and is a lover of house music. Beyoncé shared about her website that he exposed her to “a lot of the music and culture that served as the inspiration for this album”.
Even if “Heated” comes from big-name collaborators like Drake, Beyoncé is sure to bring it back home.
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Listen to “Heated” and read the full lyrics below, courtesy of Genius.
[Intro]
(There are a lot of bands, I have a lot of Hermès)[Chorus]
There’s a lot of bands, there’s a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I have to cool down, warm up (The fan I turn off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like Coco Chanel, put me in jail)
I gotta cool it down, warm
Yeah, yeah (Like Chanel got stolen, put me in jail)
(Tips, tips, tips)
It’s been so many years, really think you’ve surpassed me once? (Tips, tips, tips)
I have to love myself
I have to love myself
I have to cool down, warm up (Oh)
You made me hot
Heat up, oh
[Refrain]
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no.
To give you space and time like this, my love
Nevеr met a very nice girl like this, no, no, no, no, no
With a wine waist like this, my love[Pre-Chorus]
Only a real person can tame me
Only the station can play me (Uh)
Oh, now you wish I was cocky (Uh)
Boy, you have to confuse our faces (Uncle, Uncle Jonny)
Oh, now you want to chat (Uncle Jonny)
See, now you’re attesting to my patience (Uncle Jonny made the dress for me)
Yeah, yeah (My fan is off)[Chorus]
There’s a lot of bands, there’s a lot of Chanel on
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I have to cool down, warm up (The fan I turn off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like Chanel was stolen, put me in jail)
I have to cool it, heat it up (Tip, tip, tip, tippin’ on)
(Tip, tip, tip, tippin ‘on)
There’s a lot of styles, there’s a lot of Tiffany on me
I have to fan myself (Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany)
I have to love myself
I have to cool it down, heat it up (I’m hot, hot, hot)
You made me hot (Fan me like hot, hot, hot)
Hot, oh (Like Chanel was stolen, put me in jail)
[Verse]
Pre-order the whole lotta, the whole lotta
Full lotta messages ‘no chats (All lotta, lotta, lotta)
All victims play lotta and one villain at the same time
The whole lotta, huh, money, not much patience
Entire lotta n**** has been abandoned
They wanted some time on it, now I want to flaunt it
Panties and bras, we can join, boy (Wake up pretty)
If you keep playing with my heart, boy
I’m as petty as you[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, only a real man can tame me
Only radio can play me
Only my baby (Oh, yes)[Chorus]
There’s a lot of bands, there’s a lot of Chanel on
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I gotta fan off (My fan off)
I have to cool down, warm up (The fan I turn off like hot, hot, hot)
(Like Coco Chanel, put me in jail)
I have to cool down, warm up
Boil[Refrain]
Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no.
To give you space at a time like this, my love (Oh)
Never met a nice girl like this, no, no, no, no, no (Fan me go, I’m hot, hot, hot)
With a waist like this (Coco Chanel, put me in jail)
[Outro]
Tips, tricks, tips on hardwood floors
Ten, ten, ten (With a waist like this)
Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never decreases, my God (Ooh)
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mm, delicious, delicious, yum, heat up the dummy
Make a pretty girl talk nonsense
Whiskey ’till I’m drunk, glittering on my cats (Ooh)
Cool it down, down, down, my beauty
Bad bitch, bad bitch makes bad bitch messed up
Good, good, good, good, good, good, good
Freed, live like we don’t have time
Yadda, yadda, yah, yadda, yadda, yah, yah
Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bomb, ka, ka
Spazzin’ on that ass, spaz on that ass
Fan give me quick, girl, I need my glasses
My fan is off, my wrist is pressed
Dimples on hips, stretch marks on chest
Drinkin ‘my water, mindin’ my biz
Second, I’m overrated, Third, on my cock
Flipping, messing, flipping
My fan is off, watch my wrist click
Fan me, I’m hot, hot, hot
Like Chanel was stolen, locked me in jail
Handcuff me, because it’s not fair
Immerse yourself in my pearls like Coco Chanel
Uncle Jonny made a dress for me
That cheap spandex, she looks so messed up
Fan me, I’m hot, hot, hot
Like Chanel was stolen, locked me in jail
Fingertips touch, touch, touch lightly
On my MPC, makin’s disco trap
Uncle Jonny made a dress for me
That cheap spandex, she looks so messed up
Erica Gonzales is Senior Culture Editor at ELLE.com, where she oversees coverage on TV, movies, music, books and more. Previously she was the editor of HarpersBAZAAR.com. There’s a 75% chance she’s listening to Lorde right now.
