Dub

Some wind slope in the air Every people had a cat and the beast embrace If he know, a pulse we chase And the rooftops that go to sound Lost in tunes, no bounds Feel the heartbeat of the ground And these bellies streets with crown Cash a rhythm, let's move Move through the night with seamless flow. Vinyl spins like the record glow. Harris speaks so bullshit. Feel the magic and sing your rules. I ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude, ain't rude.