Back To Beat — DaddyLove
Back To Beat is an AI-generated Latin song by DaddyLove (3:08, 2026). Stream it free on Flowtiva.
AI song by DaddyLove · Latin, Batucada, House · 2026 · 3:08 · 1 plays
Lyrics
Intro
Clap on two, sway on three, feel the kitchen ring (hey)
Little beat on the table, let the morning sing
Verse 1
Doctor said, take it slow, feet felt stuck in sand
Marked the days on the wall, shaky pen in hand
Floor was cold in the dawn, knees that wouldn't bend
Breath came short, but I swore, this is not the end
Turned a spoon to a bell, tapped a tiny beat (hey)
Found a sway in my hips, sitting on the seat
Pre-Chorus
If I can move a finger, I can move the day
Let a small rhythm lead what my pride won't say
Count to four, breathe it in, let the surdo wait
Chorus
I'm back to the beat, back to my feet (alright)
Hands on the table turn thunder and heat
I STEP, I STUMBLE, I STAND, THEN I SWEAT
BUT I DON'T BACK DOWN, NOT ONE STEP LEFT
Samba in my chest, drum under my skin
I'm back to the beat, and the world walks in
Verse 2
First small lap to the gate, rain on dusty stone
Neighbor waved with a grin, said, "You're not alone"
Market road, shaky legs, grabbed a mango slice
Sun ran hot, streets were wild, every sound felt nice
Kids with cans made a band, I kept time in stride (yeah)
Pain still knocked like a bill, but I didn't hide
Pre-Chorus
If I can lift this smile, I can lift the weight
Let the clap hit two, sway the doubt off straight
Count to four, breathe it in, let the surdo play
Chorus
I'm back to the beat, back to my feet (alright)
Hands on the table turn thunder and heat
I STEP, I STUMBLE, I STAND, THEN I SWEAT
BUT I DON'T BACK DOWN, NOT ONE STEP LEFT
Samba in my chest, drum under my skin
I'm back to the beat, and the world walks in
Bridge
I remember that room, pale paint, quiet rain
Told my legs, "Take your time, I'll carry the strain" (soft laugh)
Called this body my home, not a war to win
Said, "Go slow, go true, let the rhythm in"
Outro
Clap on two, sway on three, now I cross the street
Every step is a vow, every stumble sweet
When the road looks long, I just find that seat
Tap a start on the wood—I'm back to beat