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Vibrations of the Night 2 by Mxckie

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Vibrations of the Night 2

Amapiano

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[Verse 1]
Sky’s ink spills over rooftops, slow like midnight syrup,
Feet tap rhythms too stubborn for the quiet to keep up,
City’s heartbeat in the street cracks, raw and awake,
Hands tracing stories only moonlight can fake.
[Pre-Chorus]
Cold breeze flips the pages of a night half read,
Glasses clink with secrets that words never said,
Lost in the hum beneath soft glowing lamps,
Caught in a wave that trembles out from the amps.
[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, it’s a river running wild and free,
Bodies hooked like the tide pulling back to the sea,
Heartbeat synced to the shadows cast by the street,
In this moment, every stranger’s a story to meet.
[Verse 2]
Laugh lines fold into the curve of the bassline’s swell,
Eyes flash with sparks that no morning could quell,
Concrete’s cold but the air breathes warm through the night,
Voices thread through the dark, tangled tight, out of sight.
[Pre-Chorus]
Edges soften under starlight's uneven glow,
Every crack and crevice plays a role in the show,
Ink-black sky scatters the notes floating past,
Carrying tales that refuse to fade and fast.
[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, it’s a river running wild and free,
Bodies hooked like the tide pulling back to the sea,
Heartbeat synced to the shadows cast by the street,
In this moment, every stranger’s a story to meet.
[Bridge]
No scripts, no maps, just footsteps marking our trail,
Every turn, every smile, a new detail,
The night’s not just hours, it’s a feeling you wear—
Like a second skin, breathless, unprepared.
[Chorus]
Feel the pulse, it’s a river running wild and free,
Bodies hooked like the tide pulling back to the sea,
Heartbeat synced to the shadows cast by the street,
In this moment, every stranger’s a story to meet.
[Outro]
As the first light cracks the dark’s tight hold,
Silent stories find rest, quietly told,
But the pulse remains, a quiet hum beneath the dawn,
Waiting to rise again—when the night is reborn.