I tried to sign up three times, thought my phone was cursed.
Email spinning circles, man it felt rehearsed.
Password too short, then it's way too long.
Almost wrote a breakup song, refresh, refresh.
Don't lose hope, almost threw my wi-fi out the window.
Nope, then suddenly boom, like I just committed a digital win.
Patience, patience, that's what they said.
Ah, now my van is live instead.
From Merripage to Santa Stage, watch me turn the page.
I posted it on dalat.app, now there's no turning back.
Live fun, Friday night, we're bringing the groove so tight.
Hey, old school, make so fat that you don't hear this.
In DaLat, come dance, don't just scroll, let the rhythm take control.
Friends on guitar, wife on the mic, sax gonna hit just right.
Slap that bass, make it talk, make the mountain city rock.
You've heard a poof good every week, but this funk is bold and sleek.
Why, why crying, drums so mean, sweaty dance floor scene.
From logging stress to funky success, now the night's gonna blast.
If you're bored at home, don't nap, follow the groove on Dalat, Dalat, Dalat, Dalat.
I posted it on Dalat, Dalat, now there's no turning back.
Live fun, Friday night, we're bringing the groove so tight.
Hey, old school, make so fat that you don't hear this.
In DaLat, come dance, don't just scroll, let the rhythm take control.
If you see us, shake your hips, no stiff moves, just funky trips.
The city needs a little snap, so thank you, Dalat, Dalat.
Get funky, on Dalat, Dalat, that's a funky fact.
Friday night, don't be late, funk is knocking at the gate.
Old school soul, brand new spark, we're lighting up the night.
See you there, bring your crew, Dalat funk is coming through, yeah.