In the city lights, we move to the sound,
Feel that groove, it’s a magic moment found,
Rhythm in the air, pulling us all in,
With every beat, let the good times begin.
Voices lift and dance, as the horns play high,
Saxophones and trumpets under the moonlit sky,
Let the bassline guide us through the night,
In this funky vibe, everything feels right.
Twist and turn, we’re lost in the flow,
Sweat dripping down, but we don’t wanna go,
Electric energy, can you feel that rush?
The crowd’s alive, in this vibrant hush.
Every heartbeat syncs, with the drummers’ pride,
Join the wild parade, let the rhythm be your guide,
Hands up high, as we reach for the stars,
In this cosmic jam, we’ll forget our scars.
Feel the pulse, let it lighten your soul,
Moving together, we’re intertwined in this role,
With the horns blaring out, we celebrate the night,
Underneath the groove, everything's alright.
As the dawn approaches, we’ll dance till we’re free,
This funk will linger, echoing endlessly,
Though the night must end, let the memories flow,
In the heart of the bassline, we’ll always know.
Stay in the rhythm, let the vibe carry on,
Through the joys and the sorrows, our spirits will spawn,
For in every melody, in every sweet sound,
The legacy of funk will forever be profound.
Funk
Bassline, groove, rhythm, vibe, horns