[Verse 1: Hardstyle male MC, over a pounding distorted hardstyle kick] Nia was born without the sound, the doctor told my mum But she'd stand there in the kitchen when the washin' machine would hum Barefoot on the floorboards, four years old and grinnin' wide 'Cause the floor was talkin' to her, she could feel it from inside So I got a cracked old laptop and I turned the kick up loud Till the plates rattled in the cupboard like a stamping crowd And she danced, man, how she danced, she put her palms against the wall And she signed to me, "Again," and that's the night I gave it all [Build: Hardstyle male MC, supersaw rising, feel it] Feel it, Nia, feel it Come on, come on, come on [Hook: Hardstyle male MC, full drop, euphoric supersaw lead] Turn the kick up, floor it till the boards begin to shake Every kick I ever made, I made it for your sake If you can't feel it through the floor, then it ain't done, it ain't right Floor it, Nia, floor it, and you'll hear me through the boards tonight [Verse 2: Hardstyle male MC, reverse bass rolling] Every track since then I mix it with her standin' on the tile If the kick is lazy, she'll just shake her head and fold her arms a while She don't care about the melody, she don't care about the name She just wants the floor to answer, and it's never been the same 'Cause I used to think a kick was just a thing to make you jump Now I know it's what you hear when you can't hear, it's in the thump It's a letter through the timber, it's a knock against the bone It's a way to tell my sister that she never stands alone [Build: Hardstyle male MC, supersaw rising, feel it] Feel it, Nia, feel it Come on, come on, come on [Hook: Hardstyle male MC, full drop, euphoric supersaw lead] Turn the kick up, floor it till the boards begin to shake Every kick I ever made, I made it for your sake If you can't feel it through the floor, then it ain't done, it ain't right Floor it, Nia, floor it, and you'll hear me through the boards tonight [Breakdown: Hardstyle male MC, raw kick turn, the kick turns raw and bends down hard into the floor] Main stage, summer, sixty thousand on the field And my sister at the front row with her palms flat on the steel Hands upon the speaker stack, her eyes are shut, she's in And she signs me one word, "Floor it," and I let the kick begin [Final Hook: Hardstyle male MC, full drop, euphoric supersaw lead, every kick at once] Turn the kick up, floor it till the boards begin to shake Every kick I ever made, I made it for your sake If you can't feel it through the floor, then it ain't done, it ain't right Floor it, Nia, floor it, and you'll hear me through the boards tonight [End]
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