through the pines, neon fingers, Perkins signs.
You can feel it in the air, something different
happening here.
No more background cafe hums, tonight the real players come.
Jump, stick, click, 1, 2, 3, 3, set the whole hillside free.
When the bass walks, it's slow.
Everybody's gonna know, this ain't soft and this ain't small.
This is punk against the wall, hilltop soul.
Revival, groove, primal, roll and live.
Undeniable, the laugh, the take and walk.
As I spin around, feel that heavy, funky sound
from the first attack.
There's no turning back.
Woo.
Rap section shining bright, cutting
clean through a mountain night.
Bar guitar talking slick, keys hitting smooth and thick.
Friends and lovers, random crew, everybody catching flu.
Not the sick kind, don't be tense.
It's that rhythm influence.
If your head starts to sway, let the music lead the way.
If your shoes start to slide, that's the pocket deep inside.
Hilltop soul, revival, sweaty, and tribal energy.
Unravel, mountain town survival.
Clap once, clap twice, feel that groove hit precise.
When the drum goes crack, yeah, you won't hold back, hey.
This is how a city grows.
This is how.
Not just traffic, not just shows.
It's the night.
It's the nights where strangers meet.
Sharing one unstoppable beat.
Woo, woo, woo.
Woo, woo, woo, woo.
Hilltop soul, revival, legendary, arrival.
Old school heat, recital, pure and vital.
Take our crown.
Let the whole hill shake it down.
When they ask what changed the matter, you say, fuck did that.
Woo.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
through the pines, neon fingers, Perkins signs.
You can feel it in the air, something different
happening here.
No more background cafe hums, tonight the real players come.
Jump, stick, click, 1, 2, 3, 3, set the whole hillside free.
When the bass walks, it's slow.
Everybody's gonna know, this ain't soft and this ain't small.
This is punk against the wall, hilltop soul.
Revival, groove, primal, roll and live.
Undeniable, the laugh, the take and walk.
As I spin around, feel that heavy, funky sound
from the first attack.
There's no turning back.
Woo.
Rap section shining bright, cutting
clean through a mountain night.
Bar guitar talking slick, keys hitting smooth and thick.
Friends and lovers, random crew, everybody catching flu.
Not the sick kind, don't be tense.
It's that rhythm influence.
If your head starts to sway, let the music lead the way.
If your shoes start to slide, that's the pocket deep inside.
Hilltop soul, revival, sweaty, and tribal energy.
Unravel, mountain town survival.
Clap once, clap twice, feel that groove hit precise.
When the drum goes crack, yeah, you won't hold back, hey.
This is how a city grows.
This is how.
Not just traffic, not just shows.
It's the night.
It's the nights where strangers meet.
Sharing one unstoppable beat.
Woo, woo, woo.
Woo, woo, woo, woo.
Hilltop soul, revival, legendary, arrival.
Old school heat, recital, pure and vital.
Take our crown.
Let the whole hill shake it down.
When they ask what changed the matter, you say, fuck did that.
Woo.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.