Mr Credo - Lambada (AI Cover)

Heat. Heat.
Crazy
House is one, and people are enjoying
Vinyl.
Green laser ahead, and everything is as
It should be.
Everyone gets high on acid while using
Drugs. Tell me, who needs Lambada now?
But there were golden days, and I
Remember them—
When a melody resounded across the
Entire earth.
The whole world roared like the ocean,
As if drunk on wine,
And the night danced the Lambada
Under the palm trees.
Heat. Heat.
Now times are different than the youth.
Don’t drink wine. What was once nothing
Is forgotten again. A sick head, out of
Dirty words, when the last grass is
Stuffed into the joint. No one needs to
Look for a magical end anymore. Everyone
Knows there is no gold in El Dorado. And
I—I still live in the dream that we will
Meet again. My distance—Love is lamb,
Butter.
Fire.