Mösyö2 Şiiri - Yusuf Berkman

Crack the window open, blow the smoke into the pitch black.
Out of their boundaries, no map or bars can hold you back.
Slap the passport on the desk, wipe the lines with one stroke.
Rules are rewritten in this game, right where your steps broke.

Neon lights flashing in Tokyo, but Berlin drops the bass when you hit.
These wild desires in your head, splitting the world down to the split.
5 AM in New York, London rain keeps falling while you stare.
Ears can't take this speed, while the world spins in the dirt out there.

Once they name Monsieur, they know your style is strictly global.
Vision is king, even when pockets are empty, that’s not a problem.
Let the world spin round, you never stop for a break.
Your voice spans every continent, no worries or mistakes to make.

Soaring over lines they drew, with smoke-filled clouds below.
On that lonely desk of yours, where the dreams you build just grow.
Burn up the Ibiza coast, shake Rio de Janeiro tight.
With no cash in the pocket, not a single cent in sight.

Chasing the wildest winds, eyes locked straight ahead.
Reclaiming every lost night, from every port where we were led.
Paris to Tokyo bridge, built inside your mind so grand.
Seeing you solo, they think a whole army's at your command.

Dive deep into the darkest night, collecting looks of doubt.
You shatter all their fake rules, and turn the order inside out.

Let the world spin round, you never stop for a break.
Your voice spans every continent, no worries or mistakes to make.
Soaring over lines they drew, with smoke-filled clouds below.
On that lonely desk of yours, where the dreams you build just grow.

You shake the world, Monsieur, with the sunset as your witness.
Let maps draw the lines, you own the rhythm with your fitness.
This sound birthed from the night; truly global, truly on the run.
Sitting at this desk, you've got the soul to challenge everyone.