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