The music pumps louder than ever,
the beats get faster as you move,
your adrenaline starts exploding,
sweat,
beer,
smoke,
good times rolling.
Some need the air,
some need the booze,
some need the smoke,
some need the space,
but i need the beat.
hello Jakarta feels like I never left, did I?
1 comment:
yeah, just like you never left. i love you for being such a good company baby. you're my adrenaline. bwahahaha hoek
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