I ain't know if you want to do one.
Oh, you know if you want to do one.
Oh, you know if you want to do one now.
Yo, you can't make me a motherfuckin' underpitch, my friend, in DaLat, man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!
Friday night.
Lights down low, mountain air, ready to glow, no background playlist tonight.
This is live.
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 thing up, I'm gonna let you in.
Not your usual coffee sound, we're about to shake this town with 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 bands and bands again.
Raw old school, no disguise, see the fire in our eyes.
Saxophone cryin' loud, guitar cuttin' through the crowd.
Darling, don't stand still, feel that funk run down the hill.
Wah-wah talkin', 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 catchin' the groove.
Doesn't matter who you are, tonight we're all rock stars.
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, holdin' free, how live music's meant to be.
Hands up high, lose control, let that rhythm hit your soul.
Feel that this is the thrill, funk is takin' 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, it's cool, can't deny, feel that mountain city fly.
Live for echo and still, rollin' strong through every hill.
When they ask where you were at, you'll say,
FUNK NIGHT IN THE LEFT!
FUNK NIGHT IN THE LEFT!