[Intro: Rotterdam gabber male MC over the distorted kick] Doe normaal, doc, I'm sittin' still, I swear I'm sittin' still [Verse 1: Rotterdam gabber male MC, barked and fast over the pounding gabber kick] White room, paper gown, and a nurse who's countin' slow Two fingers on my wrist, and her face goes white as snow She counts again, she writes it down, she goes and gets the doc He listens with the little thing and stares up at the clock "One fifty-eight," he says, "you should be restin' down at sixty" I say "doc, this is me restin', this is me relaxed and nifty" He says "try fishin', try a bath, try breathin' through your nose Try a hobby, try a garden, try a book, try somethin' slow" So I bought a rod and sat beside the harbor in the rain And my foot tapped one-five-eight until I scared away the crane [Hook: Rotterdam gabber male MC, full gabber kick, hoover stabs, shouted] Doc, my resting rate is one-fifty-eight I was born at one-five-eight, I'll be buried at that rate Put me by the speaker, let the kick drum beat for me That's the only rest I get, and doc, the rest is history [Verse 2: Rotterdam gabber male MC, quicker, claps on every beat] Tried the yoga on a Tuesday, lady told me "hold the pose" I held it like a firework holds a match beneath its nose Tried the spa, the cucumbers, the robe, the little bowl Twenty minutes in the hot tub, and the water's at a roll Tried a cabin in the woods, no phone and not a sound Second night I'm choppin' wood, and half the forest's on the ground Then Saturday my cousin texts, a warehouse by the docks Hakken all night, bring your trainers, bring your thickest socks I walk in the door, the kick is on my number, on the nose And for the first time in my life, my body finally slows [Verse 3: Rotterdam gabber male MC, kick pile-up, the distorted kick piles into one solid roar on "one-five-eight", then the beat lands and keeps poundin'] Middle of the floor with a thousand tracksuits jumpin' Every heart in Rotterdam is in the speaker, pumpin' And the kick does all the work, so my heart can take a seat First time in thirty years it's sixty, sittin' in the beat Hakken till the sun comes up, my blood pressure's a dream If the doc could see me now, he'd put me in a magazine Monday at the checkup, and he counts it once and blinks "Sixty-one, what did you do?" Not what the doctor thinks I found a place to rest, doc, by the water, nice and loud Where the kick can beat for me inside a thousand-person crowd [Final Hook: Rotterdam gabber male MC, full gabber kick, hoover stabs, shouted] Doc, my resting rate is one-fifty-eight I was born at one-five-eight, I'll be buried at that rate Put me by the speaker, let the kick drum beat for me That's the only rest I get, and doc, the rest is history [End]
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