Beats in My Blood, Vol. 4

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Beats In My Blood Vol. 4, Mh mh mh mh Ah a ah a Mh Mh mh Mh mh mh mh Ah a ah a As an artist, I’m the chill engineer But highbrow vibes are way too severe I like it raw, no fancy allure So I’m off to Föhr for my quick cure There I breathe in that salty breeze Feel the wind that sets me at ease No one can budge me from my lane Inside I’m calm, free from all strain Sun goes down, daytime retreats Still, my inner fire never depletes Waves keep rollin’ far and wide Time can’t touch me I’m on a ride With beats in my blood and wind in my hair Screw fancy culture, I just don’t care Crank it up loud with power and soul I’d die on this hill for rock ’n’ roll! Mh mh mh Mh mh mh Who needs that culture if vibes are nice When every day feels free as flight? The sun glides softly to kiss the sea Here, my soul’s so light and free Artist spots seagulls in the sky No opera tune can fly that high I laugh, it’s obvious as can be Nature outruns art so wild and free! Wagner’s too soft can’t hear that noise I need a beat that straight-up destroys! Rock and rap, both blasting my ear Pumping my mood, it’s crystal clear With beats in my blood and wind in my hair Screw fancy culture, I just don’t care Crank it up loud with power and soul I’d die on this hill for rock ’n’ roll! Mh mh Mh mh Mh mh mh Mh mh mh Beats in my blood, wind in my hair Culture? Nah, the vibe’s right there! Loud and wild, with soul so bold It’s me that counts and rock ’n’ Beachside jammin’ with bass and guitar I groove real slow, no need to spar Waves keep dancing, I’m feeling free No opera gloom I scream with glee! With beats in my blood and wind in my hair Screw fancy culture, I just don’t care Crank it up loud with power and soul I’d die right here for rock and roll Mh With beats in my blood and wind in my hair Screw fancy culture, I just don’t care Crank it up loud with power and soul I’d die on this hill for rock ’n’ roll! If after years you still don’t know What Wagner wrote or how it goes Go bathe in some old quarry pit Don’t crowd these shores if you ain’t lit ’Cause art needs heart and guts so bold Not just tanning in sunshine gold If shallow thrills are all you chase You’ll miss the magic in each bass Not just tanning in sunshine gold Art takes heart that truth’s been told! If you just want those shallow highs You’ll miss the music that never dies! Not just tanning in sunshine gold Art takes heart that truth’s been told! If you just want those shallow highs You’ll miss the music that never dies! You’ll miss the music that never dies! You’ll miss the music that never dies!