BASS

Bae my heart on a blink Yeah yeah Bae my love on a brink Yeah yeah Bae I'm cold like a rink Yeah yeah Bae my soul gonna sink Yeah yeah Tonight I don't wanna think Yeah yeah Tonight I am gonna sing Yeah yeah Tonight I go back to the bass Yeah yeah I go back to the base Yeah yeah I go back to the source To the sound Here I'm safe and sound I go back to the dope by the pound Here the waves are sweet and round I go back to the sub Below the medium Below the trebles The troubles of tedium This is my opium I'm in delirium This is my Houria This is my freedom For the love of the bass For the love of the bass I do whatever it takes For the love of the ba' yeah yeah For the love of the ba' yeah yeah For the love of the bass I do whatever it takes Yah I need to get free I need to get free I need my Houria I need to get free, get free I need to breathe I need to scream I need my Houria The bass is telling me fables Yeah yeah The bass is turning my tables Yeah yeah The bass is keeping me stable Yeah yeah The bass is my actual cradle Yeah yeah She making me float Making me flow like a boat I'm in Paris but I feeling the coast I'm feeling both I'm feeling the heat and the cold I'm in Tunis I'm in Porto-Novo The curse I eventually broke The lights and the roots are tied with a rope And this is the bass And this is the thread And this is the cloth For the love of the bass For the love of the bass I do whatever it takes For the love of the ba' yeah yeah For the love of the ba' yeah yeah For the love of the bass I do whatever it takes Yah I need to get free I need to get free I need my Houria I need to get free, get free I need to breathe I need to scream I need my Houria