Zeromax — Buenos Aires (Original Mix)

Walking down
Walking down be a vend under my feet
Listening to the tangle rhythms that go
Through the streets street of the atmosphere breeze night cold and clear
Navigating wide boulevards with no doubt
Of fear.
No fake passport.
I don't
Travel just
Capturing the spirit everywhere the river flows
I don't move tourist.
I just map by the soul.
Connecting with the energy that
Keeps the city home.
Cook butterc
Forging my path from
Selmo to the bay
Hard stay steady through the late night
Hours grounded in the presence of the obelis towers they ask what
I found in this capital south till satisfies
The truth in my mouth
Late night motion
Of the sky.
Stay steady.
My prayer calling out a legacy
We're focusing again
Walking down the avenue.
Cobblestone
Under my feet.
Pressure on the atmosphere but the vital stay sweet
Voices in the death discussing all
Design mystery.
My posture on this
International line alone in the body but
I'm locked in the zone.
Building up and over that is stripping my bone.
No fake tension.
No need to pretend unshakable
From beginning to the end.
I don't speak loud.
I just let the coach speak
Finding deep hesitancy.
Distance from distraction.
I'm seeing it clear
Focused on the journey.
The breakthrough
Is near.
No rush motion.
No time to delay.
Every step to live my bed as i
Pay my own way.
If they ask why the city
Locked in my view, tell them raw passion
In the day
I got the vision
Where those eyes
Late night motion under some
Steady my breath out of legacy window
Walking down the lit up cobblestone
Under my feet.
Fing out a blueprint that
No mouse can defeat.
Sparks in the dark
They illuminate the road.
Carrying the weight of a heavy s load.
Stillness in the soul by the urban bow beats
Guarding my focus through the labor in the streets.
No fake steps dripping
Through to the drive.
Keeping all the hunger and the character alive.
I don't
Move loud to the floor.
Aligning every
Single opportunity.
Grinded in the rhythm.
Elevated in space.
Leaving
Indelible marked in this place.
They ask how
I come across ocean so
I tell them
No set the compass where
Walking down
Walking down.
Be a van.
Cobblestone
Under my feet
Listening to the tangle rhythms echoing
Through the streets.
Southern hemisphere
Breeze night cold and clear.
Navigating
Wide boulevards with no doubt fear.
No
Fake passport.
I don't travel just
Capture in the spirit everywhere the river flows
I don't move tourist.
I just map by the soul.
Connecting with the energy that
Keeps the city home.
Oh, cook butter off
Static on your own plane.
Forging my
Path from a delmo to the bay.
Heart stay
Steady through the late night hours
Grounded in the presence of the obelis towers.
They ask what
I found in this
Capital south.
Tell them when no sire
Truth in my mouth
Late night motion sky stay
My prayer calling out a legacy my focus
Where those eyes
Walking down the avenue cobblestone
Under my feet.
Pressure on the atmosphere but the vibes stay sweet
Voices in the cafe discussing all be design.
Posture on this international
Line alone in the body, but
I'm locked
In the zone.
Building up and over that
Stripping my bone.
No fake tension, no
Need to pretend.
Unshakeable awareness
From beginning to the end.
I don't speak
Loud, I just let the coach speak
Finding deep persistence to the hesitancy.
Distance from distraction
I'm seeing it clear.
Focused on the journey and the breakthrough is near.
No rush.
Motion.
No time to delay.
Every
Step to live my bread as
I pay my own way.
If they ask why the city locked in my view, tell them raw passion in the day.
I got the vision.
True.
True where those
Late night motion sky
My breath out a leg focus eyes
Walking down the air in the middle of cobblestone under my feet.
Eding out a
Blueprint that no mouse can defeat
Sparks in the dark they illuminate the road.
Carrying the weight of a heavy cigo.
Stillness in the soul while the urban bow beats guarding my focus
Through the labyrinth streets.
No fake
Steps dripping through to the drive
Keeping all the hunger and the character alive.
I don't move loud soul to the floor.
Aling every single opportunity
Grinded in the rhythm.
Elevated in space
Leaving an indelible mark in this place
They ask so
The inside where