Eight spins 'round the sun, and still we play,
with beats that bloom like spring in May.
Eight years deep in the cosmic groove,
Ojoo's been known to make your body move.
Basslines wiggly, rhythms tight,
we’ve been cookin’ soul on countless nights.
From club haze to garden glow,
we ride the vibe, we let it flow.
𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗼’s heat, 𝗠𝗲́𝗻𝗶’s flair,
𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗷 bringin’ magic through the open air.
So zip up your sparkle, dust off your shoes,
we’re dancing in the garden, there's no excuse.
Pond reflections, moonlit cheers,
here’s to eight unforgettable years.