Loopdaterra

Hold on, hold on,

we're about to cook on this beat

Ayy, hold on, wait

Dusting off the static on the old shelf

Every line is written for my own health

We take the old fragments and we spin them clean

Building up a picture from a fading dream

Every great track starts with a rough idea,

mmm (yeah)

Every great track starts with a rough idea,

mmm

We lay down the foundation then we let it breathe

Nothing left to prove,

nothing up my sleeve Just the hum of the machine and the

steady beat Taking simple concepts to the open street

Hold on, wait

(hold

on)