[Intro] Disco ball drops in the dungeon light Google Play cursed me on a Tuesday night Pockets full of lint and questionable pride Slow Bro blinking with the shades on his eyes [Slow Bro Backup — talkbox] Wah-wahhh Shell yeah Wah-wahhh Real slow [Verse 1] Juniper stepped in with a finger snap Spikey d4 in a pocket trap Funk Wraith slid with a haunted glide Bell-bottom sins and a turkey jive He said, “You cannot prove my groove is wrong” I said, “Objection, I brought the song” Foot on the beat, hand in the air Tiny turtle judging from a folding chair [Pre-Chorus] Deep in the groove, making you move Jigs abound, better turn around Before you hear that sonic sound [Slow Bro Backup — talkbox] Bwomm-wah-wah Too slow, too cold Bwomm-wah-wah Shellfather mode [Chorus] Shell yeah, sonic judgment Raise that turtle to the sky Dad funk in the disco dungeon Glitter raining from on high Juniper got that goblin rhythm Slow Bro got that lazy stare One “dang” from the sacred turtle Put the Funk Wraith in a chair [Post-Chorus] Wah-wah, wasn’t me Wah-wah, let me be Wah-wah, pocket crime Wah-wah, turtle time [Verse 2] The crowd was laughing at my jig Psychic damage hit me big But Slow Bro said, “Performance art” And healed one point of my tender heart I pointed like a courtroom queen Phoenix Funkwright on the scene The Wraith got shook, the beat got hot His groove armor? Absolutely not [Pre-Chorus] Deep in the groove, making you move Jigs abound, better turn around Before you hear that sonic sound [Slow Bro Backup — talkbox] Bwomp-bwomp Jive turkey Wah-wah Mild consequence [Chorus] Shell yeah, sonic judgment Raise that turtle to the sky Dad funk in the disco dungeon Glitter raining from on high Juniper got that goblin rhythm Slow Bro got that lazy stare One “dang” from the sacred turtle Put the Funk Wraith in a chair [Bridge] See what you’ve done, Google Play You infected me with groove today Free tier shame and premium sass Ad-free wah-wah, let me pass Slow Bro living in slow mo Shell so cold got the whole floor froze though Funky fresh freaky wraith Coming up with a whole new faith [Slow Bro Solo — talkbox] Wahhhh Shell yeah Wah-wah-wah Dang [Final Chorus] Shell yeah, sonic judgment Raise that turtle to the sky Dad funk in the disco dungeon Glitter raining from on high Juniper won the rhythm battle Slow Bro barely moved a toe Funk Wraith faded into sparkle Singing wah-wah as he goes [Outro] Receipt says wasn’t me But I did slay Slow Bro needs a nap At the end of the day [Slow Bro Backup — sleepy talkbox] Wah-wah Good work Wah-wah Nap time
