No Regrets — Mikel Alves

Verse

Spanish strings strum, sun on my skin
Podcast bumpin’, voice smoother than gin
No script, no blueprint, just vibes in the wind
My words twist tighter than a fishtail fin

Radio waves crackle, static in the air
Life’s a matador, I’m the bull—don’t care
Charging at regrets, leave 'em crumbled in despair
Future in my palm, I grip it, I swear

Chorus

No script, no regrets, let the beat confess
Living in the moment, no rewind, no stress
No script, no regrets, I’m free, I’m blessed
Every second’s golden, no time suppressed

Verse 2

Guitar hums low, like a whisper of fate
Percussion taps my heartbeat, never too late
Echoes in my chest, rhythms radiate
I’m a rebel in the moment, no need to translate

Palm trees sway, shadows dance in the sand
Podcast wisdom, a guide, not a command
I’m penning my story, no edits, unplanned
Life’s my instrument, I’m the one-man band

Bridge

Yesterday’s ghosts tried to whisper, but I’m deaf
I told 'em, “Keep your regrets, I’m chasing what’s left”
Feet to the pedal, soul in overdrive
No looking back when the future’s alive