Vibes
Keys - check!
Card - check!
Headphones - Che..
Panic mode activa-ahh, dab
Loud snares and low hi-hats
Bass in my beats as I slightly hit the folks
Who are you to say I can't dance?
No one's watching in my mind
The whole world sees me
Head bobbing to Philosophy 213
Three minutes and thirty eight seconds late
What can I say? It was stuck in my head
Musical therapy to an exhausted body
A release to an exhausted mind
I need you more than anything
I can't have you without anyone
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