[Intro] You say experience matters… you say “Come into the work.” I knock on the door—tak tak… door closed. Okay baby. Keep the door. Give me the rhythm. ÇAK ÇAK. BOOM BOOM. [Verse 1] You tell me bring the years, bring what you know. I bring the scars, bring the maps, bring the roads where rivers flow. Then suddenly—meeting closed, access denied, thank you bro. You want experience? Show me where. You want wisdom? Leave a chair. Don’t tell me “walk beside me” then lock the fucking door when I get there. [Female] Maybe you’re too much. Maybe you move too fast. [Male] Maybe baby, maybe you’re right. But maybe what you call my weakness is the thing that makes this beat survive. [Chorus] Give give me your rhythm, rhythm rhythm. Give give me your beat, beat beat. Maybe I remix it to perfection, maybe you discover my weakness. BOOM BOOM—let me try. ÇAK ÇAK—don’t ask why. You keep your mountain, I’ll find the road. You keep your river, I’ll bend the flow. Give me your rhythm baby, give me your rhythm. Bass bass. Rhythm rhythm. BOOM BOOM. [Verse 2] I listened to your songs. Yeah, rhythm is good. Very good. Annoyingly good. So maybe I don’t need your permission, maybe I just need the groove. You bring the desert, I bring the night. You bring the guitar, I bring the bite. You bring ninety-five BPM—I say baby, can we make that motherfucker move? ÇAK ÇAK—KAPI KAPALI. BOOM BOOM—BASS AÇIK. ÇAK ÇAK—TECRÜBE GELSİN. BOOM BOOM—AMA İÇERİ GİRME. What?! [Chorus] Give give me your rhythm, rhythm rhythm. Don’t give me the lecture, give me the drum. Don’t give me the mountain, give me the run. Maybe I remix it to perfection. Maybe I expose every imperfection. Maybe you see my weakness, maybe I see yours too. But when that bass starts knocking baby, we both know what to do. BOOM BOOM. ÇAK ÇAK. RHYTHM RHYTHM. [Bridge] Female: What exactly do you want? Male: Your rhythm. Female: My experience? Male: Nope. Your bass. Female: And what will you do with it? Male: Fuck around… respectfully… until something beautiful happens. [Final Chorus] Bring the young, bring the seasoned, bring the strange ones to the floor. If you really want experience baby, open up the door. But if the door stays closed tonight, that’s okay, I know the way. Give me just that fucking rhythm and I’ll make another day. Give give your rhythm. Rhythm rhythm. Bass bass. Çak çak. Maybe perfection. Maybe disaster. Maybe weakness. Maybe masterpiece. We won’t know until we press—REMIX. [Outro] You said “A river always learns to bend.” General says: Good. Now give the river some bass. 🦀💋
