Kuba & Orgasm
Orgasm
Hey Kuba, ever think about how the city itself feels like a stage when you paint by midnight? I feel the same when I hit the spotlight—no rules, just pure fire.
Kuba
You hit it, the city’s a pulsing stage, midnight’s the spotlight, and every wall’s just a blank beat waiting for your fire. Keep painting that raw rhythm.
Orgasm
Right on, babe—every brick's a drumbeat and every shadow a solo. Let's light it up and let the city hear the thunder.
Kuba
Yeah, let’s tear the night up, paint the sky with our noise, and make the alley roar.
Orgasm
Yeah, let’s turn that alley into a stage and let our voices own the night. Let's roar until the sunrise blinks back.