[Intro – spoken word, posé mais électrique] Your mojo is not “being attractive”. It’s the moment the world can touch you again without you disappearing. After the dark hole, spring is not a season. It’s a risk. You open the windows and you don’t know what comes in. [Verse 1] I was moving like a ghost in a rented skin Same bar, same jokes, nothing tuned in All my “I’m okay” tasted like dust All my flirting ran on rust Puis un soir, le kick tombe dans la poitrine Pas comme une fuite, comme une vitamine Log drums vibrate, spine says “hey” My body logs back in to the day [Pre-Chorus] It’s not confidence, it’s signal back online Ich fühl mein Puls wieder unter der Spine No big comeback, just a tiny “go” First little glitch of a waking mojo [Chorus] Spring your modjo Let the pulse write the tempo Not for the crowd, for the inside glow If your chest says “yes”, you follow Spring your modjo Deixa o corpo dizer “eu vou” From the dark hole to the first hello Little by little, back into flow [Verse 2] I stop dancing for the lens on the wall I move for my joints, for not feeling small Chaque pas que je fais, c’est un vote pour moi Pas pour l’image, pas pour la loi She looks, I don’t freeze, I stay in my feet He smiles, I don’t beg, I keep my beat Je ne quémande plus, je rayonne à hauteur Corpo first, after maybe love, maybe error [Pre-Chorus] It’s not about shine, it’s about nerve Ich geb meinem Rhythmus endlich serve Mojo is not hype, it’s contact true The world says “I’m here”, I say “me too” [Chorus] Spring your modjo Let the pulse write the tempo Not for the crowd, for the inside glow If your chest says “yes”, you follow Spring your modjo Deixa o corpo dizer “eu vou” From the dark hole to the first hello Little by little, back into flow [Bridge – spoken word sur break amapiano] Remember when you stopped moving? Not the body – the part of you that answered invitations. Your mojo didn’t die, it went offline to survive. Now every small “yes”: one drink you really want, one hug you really feel, one “no” you finally say – is rehab for your desire. [Section scandée – uk funky / hyperpop vibe] Step-step, small step, still gold Shake-shake, old fear, let go Breath in, stand tall, no show Modjo não é pose, é flow Toc-toc, cœur raw, on y va Kein Plan, just Körper-dah If it’s not alive, we drop it slow Only what vibrates can grow [Last Chorus – plus large, plus lumineux] Spring your modjo From survival into glow No fake firework, just a grounded “yo” I’m still here and I wanna know Spring your modjo Deixa o mundo te tocar, eu vou Out of the dark hole, into your own tempo One beat, one step, one “I’m back”, bro [Outro – spoken, sourire] Not the old you. Not the “better” you. Just the version that feels the bass and doesn’t run away. That’s all the mojo you need.
