The base of the beat is not loud enough
So turn it louder
Let the car become one with the song as we vibrate the streets with our happiness
And if there’s static, let them have it
Cause we got tons of boogie under this hoodie
That’s why we’re immune to the tragic
And if they ask where you’re from
You say I’m from a place of magic
But you know how easy it is to get lost in such a magical place
Just ask the people that never got away
Leaving you to think, will I ever get away?
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
The base of the beat is not loud enough
So turn it louder
Let the car become one with the song as we vibrate the streets with our happiness
And if there’s static, let them have it
Cause we got tons of boogie under this hoodie
That’s why we’re immune to the tragic
And if they ask where you’re from
You say I’m from a place of magic
But you know how easy it is to get lost in such a magical place
Just ask the people that never got away
Leaving you to think, will I ever get away?
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