Identity Crisis: World Chaos Edition

[INTRO] Bonsoir. Dobry vecher. Konbanwa. Tonight's experiment will feature: polyglot singers, proteins made of drum fills, and several international incidents. [Section 1 ] Everybody tellin' me to pick a single nation’s soundscape "Find a lane, find a flag, find a market you can captivate" But every time I lock a groove another rhythm’s knockin' So I tore the border fences down and let the chaos walk in Yesterday was Afrobeat Today I’m on flamenco Tomorrow screaming gabber-core Inside a French fandango Algorithm lookin' seasick Playlist editors frantic I got forty different languages And they’re all demanding My BPM got ADHD My passport got a fake ID My beat just changed nationality Now it raps in Portuguese [Chorus] Screw it! I’m not married to a scene If the whole thing falls apart I’ll repaint it tangerine Screw it! Let the purists run and hide If nobody gets the record At least no one can decide What it is D’où ça vient Qué demonios va a ser Screw it! Hit the button Change the culture Here we blur [Section 2] Got sitars intertwining with a wall of metal bars Got a tango in the hallway, baile funk out in the yard Got throat singing in the basement Coupé-décalé in the attic Every hallway in my brain a different festival of static One fan left Two dance confused Someone in the comments wrote "What do you call this brew?" I said: "Hermano if you name this mess I’ll buy that word from you" Oooooooooooo Running at a hundred eighty Half the globe is fascinated Half convinced the band is crazy Maybe! [Chorus] Screw it! I’m not married to a scene If the whole thing falls apart I’ll repaint it tangerine Screw it! Let the purists run and hide If nobody gets the record At least no one can decide [Section 3] Sailing through neon harbors With a sitar and a cannon Got the yacht-rock pirates moshing While the ravers burst out laughing Every new global song starts With a hush across the islands Then somebody asks "Who is this even for?" And I answer: "Sí." / "Oui." / "Ja." / "Yes." Maybe I’ll never have a hit Maybe I’ll never fit the script Maybe every track I make Will sound like twelve strange nations In a trench coat But they’re MY strange nations [Section 4] Je veux changer de langue Je veux changer de ton Si le monde se contredit J’en ferai ma chanson Je veux perdre la boussole Je veux fendre l’horizon Je préfère être trop étrange Qu’une copie à l’unisson Yo me cambio de ritmo Yo me cambio de voz Si el camino se divide Canto en cada dirección Yo me pierdo en los mapas Yo deshago la versión Prefiero ser el problema Que una simple traducción Hey... They said I should pick a language. ...I said all. [Chorus] Screw it! Spin the compass, let it stray If it turns into a car crash It’s my car crash anyway Screw it! Let it wobble Let it bend Let it crash into the wall If nobody gets the meaning At least I spoke it all [OUTRO] Everybody said: "Pick one!" (Ein!) Everybody said: "Choose!" (Choisis!) Everybody said: "Stay small!" (Quédate!) Sorry. We got countries to abuse. No tongue. No border. No genre. Just music.