EiSi HaSera Songwriter - Composer
DJ HASERA RADIO HASERA
LYRICS

Street Dance Rap

Yo, Rodrigo EiSi HaSera / Street Dance Rap /

Sing with me…

Last night I saw that place again,same street, same heat, same air, same friend,felt so close, like I never left,like I was right back there again.Hot night air, heat on skin,no stress outside, no noise within,people outside, faces known,not like here where you stand alone.Eyes wide open, no phone glow,real slow moves, real life flow,nothing fake, nothing staged,just real people, face to face.Time moves slow, we feel the vibe,not like here where we just survive,no rush, no chase, no race to win,we had enough just being in it.Feel that heat, don’t let it go,no fake talk, just let it show,no second life, no alibi,just me and you, no asking why.Rodrigo — stay right here with me,Rodrigo — this is where we should be,Rodrigo — no past, just what I see,Rodrigo — right now, just you and me.Rodrigo — feel it in the night,Rodrigo — hold me, keep it tight,Rodrigo — no wrong, no right,Rodrigo — just us in this light.Music hits with a steady beat,low bass line under my feet,I look at you, you look at me,no extra talk, just energy.You don’t talk like all the rest,no fake lines, no need to impress,when you say it, I know it’s real,straight words, say what you feel.Days go fast but here it’s slow,no need to scroll, just let it flow,no outside world, no need to prove,just body close and we both move.Stay with me, don’t let it break,no fake world, no second take,no other place I’d rather be,just you right here next to me.Rodrigo — stay right here with me,Rodrigo — this is where we should be,Rodrigo — no past, just what I see,Rodrigo — right now, just you and me.Rodrigo — feel it in the night,Rodrigo — hold me, keep it tight,Rodrigo — no wrong, no right,Rodrigo — just us in this light.Same crowd, same music in the air,people around, but nobody there,moving to sound but not really in it,just passing the night, minute by minute.But here with you it feels complete,I see your face, you feel that beat,no extra words, no need to explain,Rodrigo — we’re not the same.Last night I saw that place again,same street, same heat, same air, same friend,and now I know what I should do —I want that liferight here with you.
What a Night EiSI HaSera / Street Dance Rap /

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She puts on silver shoesand they catch every lightwhile she checks that windowlike she might change her mindHer heart keeps on knockinglike it wants out her chestand that cab keeps rollingthrough a loud Friday messShe hums something lowjust to calm down insidebut when doors finally openshe just stops for a whileCause the lights hit her faceand the room pulls her inand her eyes start shininglike she’s ready to liveIs this where love finds mein this noise in this crowdcan a night turn foreverif the feeling gets loudShine shine babydon’t let gowhen you move closeI feel that glowShine shine babystay right herewhen you hold meI lose that fearShe sees all her peopleby the bass and the soundthey keep calling her namepulling deep in the crowdThere’s that sweat and perfumeand cheap drinks in the airbut she laughs like she don’teven notice it thereWhen the beat starts to riseshe just throws both hands highcloses both of her eyeslets the whole world pass byFaces turn into blurbut the warmth stays the samelike a fire at nightthat keeps calling her nameIs it real what I’m feelingor just lost in the beatis it more than a momentwhen two strangers just meetShine shine babydon’t let gowhen you move closeI feel that glowShine shine babystay right herewhen you hold meI lose that fearSometimes she walks in alonewith cold keys in her handlike she’s got nowhere elseand no real plan to standThen somebody looks longerthan a normal quick glanceand that silence between themfeels like more than a chanceThey start talking in cornersabout pain and old daysabout hearts that got brokenand still found little waysShe says she came just to dancethat was all that she plannedbut she stays for that feelingwhen he reaches her handShine shine babydon’t let gowhen you move closeI feel that glowShine shine babystay right herewhen you hold meI lose that fear What a nightfeel that beatWhat a nightmove your feetWhat a nighthold me tightWhat a nightall nightShe steps insidelights go lowSilver shoesstart to glowHeart beats fastshe don’t slowFriday nightshe lets go
Corvette C1 EiSi HaSera / Street Dance Rap /

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He bought her.'62 Corvette C1.Red body.White coves.Chrome shining.Sixty-four years old.Gray hair and all.Said he only wanted to cruise.Yeah...We'll see.Bought me a Corvette,C1, sixty-two,red dress, white sides,man, look at that view.Five-three V8,three-fifty horses inside,turn that key one time,whole garage comes alive.What a ride,what a lady,old-school beauty,still lookin' crazy.Sixty-four years,still stealing the show,but something ain't right...Hold up.I know.Looked her up,looked her down:"Girl...you need some heelswhen we hit this town."And that's where trouble started.He went online.Just to look.Sure.Click one,click two,then the chrome came through.Twenty-inch wheels,brand-new shoes.My head said, "No."My heart said, "Go."Five minutes later:ORDER CONFIRMED.Bolted 'em on,rolled her outside,gray-haired ladywith a whole new stride.Red dress shining,chrome heels bright,V8 talkingto the city night.I said:"C'mon, baby...let's take those heelsoutside."Red Corvette,chrome on her feet,rolling through New York,bringing heat to the street.Top down,city lights,V8 humming between the walls.She ain't hiding those gray hairs.She owns 'em all.My Corvette with the gray hair,my Corvette built like a champ.Sixty-four years,still standing right there,V8 heartbeatmake the whole block stare.My Corvette,my Corvette,chrome heels hitting that city street.My Corvette,my Corvette,old lady?Man, please.Red light.I'm chilling.Hands on the wheel.Then black Porschepulls up clean to my side.Okay.I see you.Actually...Nah.I don't see you.I don't hear you.I don't know you.I'm minding my business.ThenVRRRAAM.Really?VRRRAAM.Dude keeps revving,creeping ahead,rolling back,trying to get in my head.Me?I'm cool.My Corvette?Just sitting there.V8 going:rum... rum... rum...Like an old ladylooking over her glasses:"Kid...you sure?"Porsche kept talking.Driver kept ignoring him.Corvette heard everything.I'm waiting.He's revving.I'm waiting.He's moving.Still red.Easy, baby.Still red.Wait...Wait...GREEN.Curtain came down,whole street woke up.Foot hit the floor,V8 stood up.Rear end dropped,chrome caught light,sixty-four yearsjust took flight.First.Second.Chrome heels bite.Three-fifty horsespulling all night.I ain't saying much.She knows what to do.Old-school ladyjust flew right through.Whole thing lastedone, two, three.Quick little glancein the mirror from me.Where's that Porsche?Oh.There it is.Funny...looked bigger at the light.But that wasn't eventhe best part.He wasn't alone.Girl in the passenger seat.I caught that face.She looked ahead.Then looked at him.Then looked at me.Back at him again.No words.Not one.Didn't need 'em.That face said:"So...what was that?"Me?I looked straight ahead.Remember...I wasn't racing anybody.Right?Right.My Corvette with the gray hair,my Corvette built like a champ.Sixty-four years,still bringing that heat,young Porsche talking,old-school owning the street.My Corvette,my Corvette,chrome heels, V8 beat.My Corvette,my Corvette,old lady?Man, please.Next red light.Here we go again.I stop.Couple seconds later...black Porsche.Pulls up beside me.Quiet.No revving.No jumping.No creeping.Nothing.Now he's looking straight ahead.Don't see me.Don't hear me.Don't know me.Hmm...I know that move.I look at my Corvette.She's just sitting there.Rum...rum...rum...Calm.Gray hair.Red dress.Twenty-inch chrome heels.Sixty-four years old.Nothing left to prove.Then it hit me:Not every grandmaneeds a rocking chair.Some of 'em...got a V8.My Corvette with the gray hair,my Corvette built like a champ.Born in sixty-two,still owning the night,gray-haired lady,but the fire burns bright.My Corvette,my Corvette,red dress, chrome heels, V8 beat.My Corvette,my Corvette,sixty-four...still owning the street.He said he bought herjust to cruise.Well...technically...he did.
GIN EiSi HaSera / Street Dance Rap /

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Hey, you got anything left?Man... absolutely nothing.Better not start that shit again!Ha!Night.The block.Empty pockets.One thing left.GIN!Need some fuel, keep the fire burnin’,Pockets nearly empty, but the night keeps turnin’.Stairwell light throws shadows on the street,Few coins in my hand, still enough for me.No cash, no plans, but I know my way,Know what I’m looking for at the end of the day.Corner store glowin’ just two blocks down,One cold bottle and I’m back around.That’s all you got?That’s all I need.Then grab that gin!Don’t ask what I got.Don’t ask where I been.Just bring the ice...Oh, here we go...And bring that gin.GIN!GIN! Ice-cold bottle, ice-cold gin!GIN! Pour that shit, let the night begin!GIN! All damn night till the daylight hits!GIN! If I’m drinkin’, I’m drinkin’ this!GIN! GIN!Grab that bottle, take another sip!GIN! GIN!Whole damn block knows what this is!Put that bottle down!Chill, we good!Corner store, late night, lights in my eyes,Bottom-shelf bottle and the price feels right.Cold glass in my hand, hear the cap go click,Couple cubes in the cup, then I pour that gin.Back on the block, bass bangin’ the walls,Homie looks over, says, “Yo, what you got?”Ain’t champagne, ain’t whiskey, ain’t wine,Three little letters and they’re all damn mine.GIN!Lemme get a taste.Grab your own cup!You guys are impossible.Don’t ask what I got.GIN!Don’t ask where I been.GIN! GIN!Pass me the ice...And pour that gin.GIN! Ice-cold bottle, ice-cold gin!GIN! Pour that shit, let the night begin!GIN! All damn night till the daylight hits!GIN! If I’m drinkin’, I’m drinkin’ this!GIN! GIN!Grab that bottle, take another sip!GIN! GIN!Whole damn block knows what this is!G!G!I!I!N!N!GIN!
Sex in my Head EiSI HaSera / Street Dance Rap /

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[Upbeat funk-infused pop beat with aHot day outsideWalking downtownGirls everywhereMind distractedShort skirts passingGirls keep smilingI keep lookingNo pretendingSummer got crazyBrain on repeatSame one wordAll afternoonSex sexIn my headSex sexCan’t resetDo I talk?Do I stop?Say something?Or freeze?Say helloMake her laughSex..! sex..!Walk togetherSex..! sex..! Yeah ..See what happensGirl in sneakersGirl in redGirl with tattoosTurning headsI keep walkingTrying calmBut my thoughtsRunning wildPretty girlsEverywhereHard to focusNot gonna lieIs she single?Does she smile?Should I try?Right now?Say helloMake her laughSex..! sex..! Yeah..Walk togetherSex..! sex..!See what happens