come on come on

picnic and hit the disco trail

corner the groove and have all the fun

that a wicked bass groove can hold in a basket

present you flowers and make the mistake of shaken

the water from the bottom and forgetting about the root

where did the soul go you ask all the time

and yet the branches are begging to come back home

bring back that crispy sizzle that is lacking to my ears at the moments

bring me back to feeling those sentiments that are asking for mercy

make my ears feel that shake and bake again