Clubmack mix - mix hi-fi .

Feel the bass, feel the rhythm rise,

Indie rock meets the sound of the skies,

Vinyl scratching, dub vibes start to flow,

Roots in the ground, let the good times grow.

Funky beats and heartbeats,

Ladies your a sight sore eye'$

Like a mist the the dance floor ,

Lit reflect and see .,

(scratch). - . .

Move it like tu.

[[ (Female vocal ) ( repeat as background vocal as liked )

deep hote bhi

This weeks got my badass drying for you ]]

Whatever tip kept coming still

Crowd with is in the same action

Hammering on the dancing light

Wet all these lanes doing my grind might

aint sitting so so ready to get sweety deep not hiding nobody complainabler ae ye ice

creaming glisttens moving dancing , gurl spin says with dirty intent in my itenary quizzy get heer

catch it with i ve the one with erotic speed dials

Your favourites ,

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Young the citys night heat, samne ispal ko rangeen moke kyu nahi fruck y was i admittedly out to get mine , grind come through , too shelf tippin in jugs of beer

Barman my friend u dont strangely ,

Guide us through the city, to the ocean's shore,

Callin you gratefull but you know i left amny but no complaints but it could so si sweetly

Weekends -- just doin fine doin its fine

Fast rap flow tempo

Springing chassuer kuch ho kuamn ,

hot , its happenin to get ,

Shops open with that dreams that ignite the scene,

Waves or hands hammerin on the club dance floor , dolla make sense , tap into a taste of the finer no diss about that ,

Horns peak ass arched winter tower wet

So many gotta wash bitches shakin their bumz

Where they go so gotta have a cash on handy

Got chu onnnn , on tap filling chilled no froth

Or topped and a group

Pue aint a question haha fast pass dear

Big screen for dah sporrtz betchya kiosk

Can you feel it ,peetit bby kise nahi

Kyabhina kya classfied is paisa hona hpoenin

Kya nahi , din ki lunch dost plans clearly

Se unseen come together

Get to other , catered keepin it comin

Out to get more

You know gotta

So let the night carry us, where dreams collide,

Funk and reggae, in this vibrant ride,

With a heart full of stories, and a soul full of fire,

We rise, we rise, to the sound of desire.