Come on, everybody.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Promise.
Come on, big.
Clouds hanging low.
City moving slow.
Then the bass said no, no, no.
Kick drum knocking on the door.
Doll, I never heard this before.
Ooh.
Amp lights glow red and gold, old school fire bold and cold.
One guitar scratch, crowd reacts.
Mountain silence just got cracked.
You feel that tremor in your chest.
That's the groove refusing rest.
When the horn line cuts that head, everybody put their hands up.
Funk made the hills shake, every window wide awake.
Raw and dirty, no mistake.
Feel that pocket, let it break.
Got lat rising from the flat.
Groove climbing higher than that.
When the snare goes snap, you know we're not holding back.
Yeah.
Oh.
Motorbikes lined outside.
Inside, we let it slide.
Wild one talking sharp and slick.
Drums hitting fast and thick.
Sweat on brow, smiles wide.
No more cool face left to hide.
If you came to just observe, sorry, this vibe nervous.
Shoulders rolling left to right.
Fog mixing with the light.
If your heart starts racing fast, you're in that groove at last.
Yeah.
Funk made the hills shake, make the whole foundation quake.
Brass plays in bass attack.
This is how we bring it back.
From the valley to the top, this rhythm
will not stop.
When the last chord drops, the mountain still hops.
Woo.
Woo.
Yeah.
Woo.
Not just music, it's a spark.
Lighting up the mountain dark.
One night turning into law.
Darling, won't you ignore.
Yeah.
Oh.
Funk made the hills shake.
Feel the whole town vibrate.
Old school heat, no cap.
Friday written on the map.
When the asphalt changed the feel, you'll say, that groove was real.
Come on, everybody.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Promise.
Come on, big.
Clouds hanging low.
City moving slow.
Then the bass said no, no, no.
Kick drum knocking on the door.
Doll, I never heard this before.
Ooh.
Amp lights glow red and gold, old school fire bold and cold.
One guitar scratch, crowd reacts.
Mountain silence just got cracked.
You feel that tremor in your chest.
That's the groove refusing rest.
When the horn line cuts that head, everybody put their hands up.
Funk made the hills shake, every window wide awake.
Raw and dirty, no mistake.
Feel that pocket, let it break.
Got lat rising from the flat.
Groove climbing higher than that.
When the snare goes snap, you know we're not holding back.
Yeah.
Oh.
Motorbikes lined outside.
Inside, we let it slide.
Wild one talking sharp and slick.
Drums hitting fast and thick.
Sweat on brow, smiles wide.
No more cool face left to hide.
If you came to just observe, sorry, this vibe nervous.
Shoulders rolling left to right.
Fog mixing with the light.
If your heart starts racing fast, you're in that groove at last.
Yeah.
Funk made the hills shake, make the whole foundation quake.
Brass plays in bass attack.
This is how we bring it back.
From the valley to the top, this rhythm
will not stop.
When the last chord drops, the mountain still hops.
Woo.
Woo.
Yeah.
Woo.
Not just music, it's a spark.
Lighting up the mountain dark.
One night turning into law.
Darling, won't you ignore.
Yeah.
Oh.
Funk made the hills shake.
Feel the whole town vibrate.
Old school heat, no cap.
Friday written on the map.
When the asphalt changed the feel, you'll say, that groove was real.