I ain't know if you want to do one.
Yeah.
Oh, you know if you want to do one.
Yeah.
Oh, you know if you want to do one now.
Yeah.
Yo, you can't make me a motherfuckin'
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Friday night, lights down low, Mountainair
Ready to glow, no background playlist tonight
This is life, this is tight
Real drums, real sweat
Groove so deep you won't forget
Not your usual coffee sound
We're about to shake this town
When the bass, feel that snap
No pull-out claps, just body talk
Back if you remember something real
This is how the weekend feels
This is cool, not pretend
Funk that Benz and Benz again
Raw old school, no disguise
See the fire in our eyes
Saxophone crying loud
Guitar cutting through the crowd
Darla, don't stand still
Feel that funk run down the hill
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Wah-wah talking, keys on flame
Every song ain't the same
Groove so thick you taste the sound
Feet don't even touch the ground
Friends, lovers, strangers too
Everybody catching the groove
Doesn't matter who you are
Tonight we're all rock stars, yeah
If you think you've seen it all
Wait till the first bass drop calls
No filter, no auto-tune
Just pure rhythm in the room
This is cool, not polite
This is sweat under the light
Old school funk, holding free
How live music's meant to be
Hands up high, lose control
Let that rhythm hit you slow
Darla, this is the thrill
Funk is taking over the hill
You can scroll another night
Or step into the light
This ain't just a show you see
It's a memory you'll be, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's cool, can't deny
Feel that mountain city fly
Live for echo and still
Rolling strong through every hill
When they ask where you were at
You'll say
Funk night in the lab
Funk night in the lab
I ain't know if you want to do one.
Yeah.
Oh, you know if you want to do one.
Yeah.
Oh, you know if you want to do one now.
Yeah.
Yo, you can't make me a motherfuckin'
Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Friday night, lights down low, Mountainair
Ready to glow, no background playlist tonight
This is life, this is tight
Real drums, real sweat
Groove so deep you won't forget
Not your usual coffee sound
We're about to shake this town
When the bass, feel that snap
No pull-out claps, just body talk
Back if you remember something real
This is how the weekend feels
This is cool, not pretend
Funk that Benz and Benz again
Raw old school, no disguise
See the fire in our eyes
Saxophone crying loud
Guitar cutting through the crowd
Darla, don't stand still
Feel that funk run down the hill
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Wah-wah talking, keys on flame
Every song ain't the same
Groove so thick you taste the sound
Feet don't even touch the ground
Friends, lovers, strangers too
Everybody catching the groove
Doesn't matter who you are
Tonight we're all rock stars, yeah
If you think you've seen it all
Wait till the first bass drop calls
No filter, no auto-tune
Just pure rhythm in the room
This is cool, not polite
This is sweat under the light
Old school funk, holding free
How live music's meant to be
Hands up high, lose control
Let that rhythm hit you slow
Darla, this is the thrill
Funk is taking over the hill
You can scroll another night
Or step into the light
This ain't just a show you see
It's a memory you'll be, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's cool, can't deny
Feel that mountain city fly
Live for echo and still
Rolling strong through every hill
When they ask where you were at
You'll say
Funk night in the lab
Funk night in the lab