In the city glow where the rhythm shines,
Funk so fresh it’s breaking all designs,
With swaggered tones, we roll through the night,
Taking flight on a heart-pumping vibe, so right.
Brass thunder calling, hear the echo loud,
With every note, we’re lighting up the crowd,
A dancefloor tapestry woven with flair,
In this moonlit grind, there’s magic in the air.
Feel the groove charge rising from the ground,
Let the pulse of the streets, be your rebound,
As we sway to the beat, let your spirit free,
Join the celebration of the funky jubilee.
We’re spinning, we’re living, in a vibrant haze,
With rhythm flare igniting every gaze,
Underneath the stars, no worries, no cares,
Just the sound that unites us, lifting up our prayers.
So slide to the left, then spin to the right,
Let the bass take your heart, let the music ignite,
Each step in unison, a story untold,
With swaggered tones we’ll never grow old.
As the dawn approaches, and the night is through,
We’ll carry this moment, me and you,
In every beat, in every groove, we’ve found our way,
In the dance of our souls, together we’ll stay.
The city may sleep, but we’ll carry the flame,
With every rhythm and tone, we’ll never be the same,
So let’s keep it moving as we finish this song,
In the world of funk, together we belong.
Funk
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