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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] (Male) Sun kissin' the tarmac, bus just a blur She laughs, "Daddy, you still ain’t learned to stir" Fried plantain hot, golden in my hand She steals a piece—I let her take the stand (Female) You’re always late, but you always come Wearin’ those same shoes, like you’re one of the ones I used to chase your shadow down the lane Now I’m here with you, the same old same again [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need no map, we don’t need no plan Just this moment, and the taste of the plan [Chorus] Ah-ah, fried plantain, under the sun so wide Daddy and daughter, no need to hide We ride the rhythm, slow and so free You’re my anchor, I’m your wild melody Ah-ah, one bite and we’re back where we belong No rush, no rush—this is where we belong [Verse] (Male) You don’t need no money, don’t need no fame Just your voice low like a quiet flame You say “I’m tired, just want to rest” I say, “Child, I’m just passing through, no stress” (Female) You talk like the world’s too much, I know the game But look at us—still breathing, still the same Fried plantain, warm, like old dreams we rekindle We don’t need no stage for love to be real [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need no map, we don’t need no plan Just this moment, and the taste of the plan [Chorus] Ah-ah, fried plantain, under the sun so wide Daddy and daughter, no need to hide We ride the rhythm, slow and so free You’re my anchor, I’m your wild melody Ah-ah, one bite and we’re back where we belong No rush, no rush—this is where we belong [Bridge] (Spoken, over soft drum pulse) You used to call me "Boss" when I walked in the door Now I call you "Sister" and you call me "Old Man" But when the bus comes—still, you hand me that gold And I know we’re safe
 in the story we hold [Chorus] Ah-ah, fried plantain, under the sun so wide Daddy and daughter, no need to hide We ride the rhythm, slow and so free You’re my anchor, I’m your wild melody Ah-ah, one bite and we’re back where we belong No rush, no rush—this is where we belong [Outro] (Male) Uh-huh
 (Female) Mmm, yeah
 (Both, softly, over fading groove) Fried plantain
 sun
 You and me
 Ah-ah
 Ah-ah


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