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Ryan

2024-04-22

Lyrics

We are the pulse jumpers, hit the floor, hit the floor (Floor!) [Drop] [Verse 2] Flip that, bring it back Make the crowd roar Sound waves, feel the track Push it to the core Pump-pump, heart attacks, in the dance war Maurits is the king. Makes the crowd sing. Julia is his catalyst. His own amalyst. [slow build up] Yvette has a pony. his name is ain't tony. And he ain't be crying. He's motherfucking RYAN! [heavy nu metal guitar solo] Ride on, Ryan, ride the storm, Fast as lightning, wild and warm. Irina clips your fiery mane, Ride on, Ryan, break the chain. Luuk's eyes spark, he's set to soar, Dreams of gallops, open moor. While Arie's hands, they soothe and calm, Heals your spirit, works his balm.