my man will jump out a window when he finds out that he only has been listening to a small sub-genre of phonk that everyone all over the internet decided is just phonk
Human have superpower but that is according to their mind and balance. Some people in India used to do dhana(meditation) in freezing cold and can walk on a sloped mountain without any support
"That shit is haaard!" me taking a shit rn: "Relatable" People have been responding to this shit comment for days... But you know what they say.. it's the same shit but another day...
I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a drop of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In all of Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly@@user-rp4dn4hg6s
...Je remue le ciel, le jour la nuit, je danse avec le vent la pluie, un peut d'amour... I'd say I'm pretty good at French (neither English nor French is my native language) Also it's from Indila I think. So check her lyrics.
