Oh oh oh
Kalimera babe
No clocks
No rules
Just blue skies
Bare feet
And that smile I lose to

Slide through streets
Like a music clip
Heels off
Dress talk
Yeah that grip
Sun kissin’ skin
You don’t even sweat
You got that cool
Like a private jet

North Cape West
Slow sippin’ light
Shades on low
Beats feel right
You smirk
Like we planned this script
But we freestylin’
No script
No list

Kids in the tide
We floatin’ mid scene
Heart full blast
No in between
Ouzon cold
Drippin’ real slow
Your laugh hit diff
Now the whole thing glow

Alessandro flippin’ the flame
Y’all bring heat
I’m grillin’ the game
Plates keep comin’
Love on deck
Winterhood
Fam got my respect

Parga vibes
Yeah we run that loop
You and me
No plan
Just mood
No signal
But the vibe stay up
Ouzon cold
In a midnight cup

Oh oh
We ridin’ through the wave
Oh oh
No plan to behave
Oh oh
All in
No fuss
One sip
One kiss
And we toast
Yamas

Sunset drip
On your bareback skin
Say nothin’
And I still dive in
Mezze plates
That rooftop view
Girl you don’t try
That’s why it’s you

No talk needed
Just look
I read
Your eyes write lines
Your walk my beat
Skirt catchin’ wind
You twirl
I freeze
One spin from you
And I’m outta my league

Boat pull out
No land in sight
Just waves and you
And this feelin’ right
You laugh
I bounce
We coast too fast
Parga slow mo
When your smile hit blast

Parga vibes
Yeah we run that loop
You and me
No plan
Just mood
No signal
But the vibe stay up
Ouzon cold
In a midnight cup

Oh oh
We ridin’ through the wave
Oh oh
No plan to behave
Oh oh
All in
No fuss
Raise that glass
One more Yamas

Ouzon lips
Taste like heat
You don’t speak
But your look be deep
Alessandro vibin’ on flame
Stay right here
This place got name

Kalimera
I wake in your light
Parga breathin’
Skin so right
No flight booked
This trip be fate
You my south
And I’m wide awake

Say where to go
I say right here
No shoes
No fear
Just you near
Say what we need
Not much
Just this
You
That wave
And a Yamas twist

Oh oh oh

Parga Vibes (Studio Session)

NorthFox don’t ride waves – he builds tide.
From the North. Scar-born, soul-fed.
Took on weight early – never folded.
Clever with it. Stubborn as hell.
Got that rare ear – feel first, fix later.

Fox Vibes Winterhood? That’s not a label – that’s code.

No flex, no cap. Just scars and soul.
Flaws turned blueprint. Intentions stitched in every bar.