Funk Above the Clouds
Whoo!
Whoo!
Ah!
Whoo!
Holliday, a little cold
But tonight it's turning gold
Kick drum rollin' through the mist
The beat didn't plan for this
Neon flicker, cables drop
Had something risin' in the night
Not cafe jazz, not background sound
This is heavy, low down pound
Whoo!
Hear that grace line creepin' slow
That's the signal, here we go
When the snare cracks sharp and clear
You know exactly what it means
Folk above the clouds
Turnin' it up loud
Mountain city, gettin' proud
Feel that groove in every crowd
Old school heat comin' back
Wild guitar attack
So when the rhythm hits like that
You don't sit and relax
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Sex upon strings, through the haze
Keys on fire, smokey blaze
Friends and strangers side by side
Let the cool vibe slide
Wife on mic, voice so bold
Stories in that tongue she holds
Every note alive and raw
Breakin' every mountain law
If you came just to observe
Better check your nerve
When the pocket locked and tight
Your hips won't win that fight
Folk above the clouds
Sweaty and proud
Bassline talkin' loud
Energy unbound
From the valley to the top
This groove won't stop
When the final chord drops
Your heartbeat still pops
Folk outside, fire within
That's how legends begin
One night, one band, one sound
Turnin' the whole hill around
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Folk above the clouds
Say it loud
Not like breakin' down
Feel that rhythm shout
When they ask what lit the spark
You'll say
Born in the dark
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Funk Above the Clouds
Whoo!
Whoo!
Ah!
Whoo!
Holliday, a little cold
But tonight it's turning gold
Kick drum rollin' through the mist
The beat didn't plan for this
Neon flicker, cables drop
Had something risin' in the night
Not cafe jazz, not background sound
This is heavy, low down pound
Whoo!
Hear that grace line creepin' slow
That's the signal, here we go
When the snare cracks sharp and clear
You know exactly what it means
Folk above the clouds
Turnin' it up loud
Mountain city, gettin' proud
Feel that groove in every crowd
Old school heat comin' back
Wild guitar attack
So when the rhythm hits like that
You don't sit and relax
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Sex upon strings, through the haze
Keys on fire, smokey blaze
Friends and strangers side by side
Let the cool vibe slide
Wife on mic, voice so bold
Stories in that tongue she holds
Every note alive and raw
Breakin' every mountain law
If you came just to observe
Better check your nerve
When the pocket locked and tight
Your hips won't win that fight
Folk above the clouds
Sweaty and proud
Bassline talkin' loud
Energy unbound
From the valley to the top
This groove won't stop
When the final chord drops
Your heartbeat still pops
Folk outside, fire within
That's how legends begin
One night, one band, one sound
Turnin' the whole hill around
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Folk above the clouds
Say it loud
Not like breakin' down
Feel that rhythm shout
When they ask what lit the spark
You'll say
Born in the dark
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds
Folk above the clouds