sadly not “do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber with an omg i gotta get outta here or ill have another word to sell another story to tell another time piece ringing the bell do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end no you know it must be never ending comprehend if you can but if you try to pretend to understand youll resemble a fool although you’re only a man so give it up and smile”

Ruler of Everything (that 1 part)

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Ballin' BFB Four AI Cover

Alright, let’s not pretend this is just another pretty tune about a bee. The chillwave version was dreamy — floating through blossoms, all sunlight and poetry. Beautiful, sure. But then the boys came in, shaved their heads, tuned the bass to earthquake level, and said: “Right. Let’s show how the other half buzzes.”

This Oi × Dub fusion is the male response — loud, raw, swaggering, but still oddly spiritual. It’s that same restless bee, just with Doc Martens on its hind legs and a bassline that could knock over a flowerpot at twenty paces. The horns growl, the guitars snarl, and the echoing dub delays turn the whole thing into a backyard sermon about freedom, sweat, and not giving a damn who’s watching.

Where the chillwave version drifted — this one marches.
Where hers whispered “naturally” — this one yells it like a pint-glass philosophy.
It’s street poetry in flight, golden wings with attitude.

So raise your glass, brothers of the buzz — this bee doesn’t do hives. It does noise, motion, and glorious defiance.

🐝 For every bloke who ever looked at the sky and thought, “I could fly that way too.”

Lyrics:

Sunrise buzzin’ in my chest,
No hive could make me rest.
I bloom in motion, sweet and free,
A little gold dust, that’s just me.

No promises, no honey traps,
No tangled wings, no backward maps.
I chase the shimmer, taste the air,
I find my joy just everywhere.

Don’t tell me to settle,
Don’t cage my sky,
Every bloom’s a secret,
And I’m just flying by.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Yeah, this is me, me, me.
From flower to flower, can’t you see?
That’s how it’s done — naturally. 

No chains, no rules, no tragedy,
Just golden wings and gravity.
From petal to petal, wild and free,
I’m only doing what’s meant to be. 

Every scent’s a melody,
Every color’s ecstasy.
Don’t call it chaos, call it art,
I’m nature’s restless beating heart.

No queen, no king, no destiny,
Just rhythm, sun, and chemistry.
If love’s a field, I’ll cross it twice,
Take the pollen, leave the ice.

Don’t ask where I’m going,
Don’t beg me to stay,
Every garden fades
When I’ve flown away.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Yeah, this is me, me, me.
From flower to flower, can’t you see?
That’s how it’s done — naturally. 

No chains, no rules, no tragedy,
Just golden wings and gravity.
From petal to petal, wild and free,
I’m only doing what’s meant to be. 

Every kiss a taste of sun,
Every day a different run.
If sweetness fades, that’s fine with me —
The flight’s my immortality.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Forever me, me, me.
From flower to flower, endlessly —
That’s how I love — naturally. 

Just a hum in the summer air,
No promises, no despair.
Buzzing through eternity —
Just a bee…
Naturally.

Ruler of Everything (that 1 part)

lucas