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Gravitational Station
10
Artist:bikouvo
Duration:4:12
Tags:shabba ranks,ting aling dancehall,gospel afrobeat,96 BPM,dembow percussion,syncopated piano stabs,brass stabs,offbeat guitar chops,sub bass pulses,rimshot snare,call and response chants,layered hand percussion,male chant vocals,plate reverb,tape saturation,crowd shout adlibs,kinetic swagger,night dancefloor
**[Intro]** Ayy-yo BEMM Legacy Yeah That girl got a different kind of motion Eeh! **[Hook]** Round and round you take me, girl I give you flowers, I give you chocolate Round and round, now my head gone sideways One little move and the whole place vibrates Round and round, you bend the equation Sweet little face, dangerous calibration Round and round, no explanation You got me stuck in your gravitational station **[Verse 1]** She step through the door, temperature shifted Whole room blinked, conversation lifted No ordinary, no photocopy She got that rare kind, straight from Nairobi Tiny little waist with a heavyweight presence Walk so clean, no need for a sentence Eyes doing things that the mouth never mentions Got grown men forgetting their intentions Fresh-cut aura, midnight perfume One little turn and she rearrange the room She don't follow rhythm, rhythm follows her Every beat bends when she enter the curve **[Pre-Hook]** Eeh-ya That motion got mathematics Left side, right side, automatic No rehearsal, no acrobatics Pure Kenyan magic, cinematic **[Hook]** Round and round you take me, girl I give you flowers, I give you chocolate Round and round, now my head gone sideways One little move and the whole place vibrates Round and round, you bend the equation Sweet little face, dangerous calibration Round and round, no explanation You got me stuck in your gravitational station **[Verse 2]** She got the kind of swagger you can't download Walk like she already knows the postcode No borrowed style, no secondhand flavour One-of-one girl with a first-class behaviour Her perfume arrives before her footsteps Then she appears and collects the whole set Small little smile with a heavyweight effect Now everybody's neck doing automatic checks From Rongai heat to the Westlands glow From Thika Road traffic to the after-show She carry that city like a private postcode Everywhere she lands, somebody loses composure **[Dance Break]** Round — round Circle that motion Round — round Sweet like potion Back — forth Side — side No wasted movement Let the riddim decide Eeh! That gyal got physics That gyal got tactics One little rotation Whole place gymnastics **[Verse 3]** Flowers on arrival, chocolate in the wrapper She turn ordinary moments into something proper No need for roses scattered all over the floor She got one look that can make you bring more She got soft-life taste with a street-side rhythm Class in the daylight, menace when the bass hits No artificial, no manufactured flavour Original specimen, certified behaviour Round and round, now the hours disappear Bass in the chest, perfume in the atmosphere No clock checking, no exit strategy Just one more riddim and another memory **[Final Hook]** Round and round you take me, girl I give you flowers, I give you chocolate Round and round, now my head gone sideways One little move and the whole place vibrates Round and round, you bend the equation Sweet little face, dangerous calibration Round and round, no explanation You got me stuck in your gravitational station **[Outro]** Round and round No brakes No map No warning Flowers Chocolate Sweet temptation Round and round Till the riddim fade BEMM Legacy Eeh-ya!