Mateo from pl

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**MATEO FROM POLAND** *Klimat: mocny bas, melodyjny refren, zwrotki z pewnością siebie — około 96 BPM.* [Intro — spoken] Yeah… Wrocław in the rearview. Whole world through the windshield. You know the name. [Chorus] Mateo from Poland — let the whole room know, Got my city in my voice everywhere I go. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” Mateo from Poland — say it loud, say it twice, Brought a little summer to a long, cold night. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” [Verse 1] Rain on the tram tracks, blue light on the stone, I can land a thousand miles away and still sound like home. Hear the accent when I talk? That’s the part I won’t switch, Had to find my own rhythm, now the whole thing clicks. Passport in my jacket, house keys in my jeans, One gets me across the border, one gets me back to peace. Pull another chair out, let the good news make the rounds, If you helped me off the floor, come and watch me shake the ground. Had some nights I wouldn’t replay, kept the lessons in the mix, Learned to leave a little silence where I used to talk my shit. Every argument ain’t worth the breath it takes to hold it down, Now I save that air for verses — hear the difference in the sound. City built on bridges, I don’t burn them for a name, They can talk across the water, I got nothing to explain. I can walk into a room without a speech about my worth, Let the handshake tell you plenty, let the music do the work. [Chorus] Mateo from Poland — let the whole room know, Got my city in my voice everywhere I go. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” Mateo from Poland — say it loud, say it twice, Brought a little summer to a long, cold night. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” [Verse 2] Sun across the dashboard, little salt left on my skin, Took the long way to the coast — I’d take that road again. Wrong exit, right company, we laughed and let it slide, Found a place we couldn’t spell and stayed an extra night. Different time zone on the phone, familiar faces on the screen, Making plans over a coffee somewhere none of us have been. Used to think the good life always needed one more thing, Now it’s windows down in June and hearing everybody sing. Still, I want the big stage, want the speakers stacked high, Want the back row shouting every word beneath the night sky. When the beat cuts out, I want the crowd to carry on, Hear my city in a thousand voices singing back the song. Made peace with the detours — they look good on me, Some of my best nights started where I didn’t plan to be. Bag beside the doorway, keys already in my hand, Got no interest in a life I only watch on Instagram. [Bridge — melodic] When the last song fades and the room goes quiet, We’ll be outside laughing, trying to find our ride. Someone says, “One more?” Someone checks the time… Nobody moves. We’ve got a little more night. [Final Chorus — full energy] Mateo from Poland — let the whole room know, Got my city in my voice everywhere I go. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” Mateo from Poland — say it loud, say it twice, Brought a little summer to a long, cold night. New roads, same roots, let the bass ride low, From the Odra to the ocean, everybody: “Mateo!” [Outro — spoken] Keep the accent. Turn the speakers up. Mateo from Poland. See you when we pull up.