67 Around the World is the song we'd been waiting to write since the first time we saw a kid in another country throw the sign up. There's a moment where you realize a thing you thought was local has gone global, and the only honest response is awe. We tried to put that awe on tape.
The verses are basically a love letter to a map. Philly to Atlanta. Melbourne to Shanghai. Vienna to Hanoi. Paris to Toronto. Manila to Lagos. Cape Town to Mumbai. We agonized over which cities to name and which to leave out. Every city deserved a shout. Three minutes wasn't enough. Forty-five minutes wouldn't have been either. It's everywhere.
What's wild, and what we tried to capture in the song, is that nobody coordinated this. There was no global rollout. No agency. No campaign. The world just did it. Same hand sign, same sound, same energy, in cities that have nothing else in common. "Different countries, different faces, and yet we all feel the same." That's the whole song.
The bridge mentions Maverick by name. "It started with a song and then a maverick made it fly." That's intentional. The chain of moments that led to the world picking this up always loops back to that AAU game. Skrilla planted the seed, TK gave it a language, Mav gave it a face. After that, the world ran on its own.
We made the song longer than the rest of the album on purpose. Almost four and a half minutes. Three full verses. We needed the runway to fit even half the cities we wanted to name. Even with the runway we still missed half of them. To anyone whose city we didn't say out loud: you're in the chant anyway. The list is just the part we had time for.
The real point of the song isn't the geography. It's the feeling that none of this had to happen. The world didn't have to agree on something. It just did. For one weird beautiful year, the planet had a shared shorthand. Two numbers. Two hands. That is the global anthem. Six-seven, every continent, never stop.
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