The project : https://suno.com/song/602873c2-be9e-41af-9881-19579789a3ce by Sloth THE STORY: You’re moving to GROOVY TOWN! Groooooovy, baby! ☮️ TO JOIN: 1️⃣ Make a funky, whacky, or straight-up groovy song (any genre!). Lyrics must include you getting ‘GROOVIFIED!’ 2️⃣ Cover art: Give your avatar/character a groovy makeover (think psychedelic, retro, or disco-fabulous!). 3️⃣ Tag it: Add #GroovyTown☮️ to the title and make it public! 4️⃣ Comment Sloth when your track drops so he can add it to the playlist! ❤️ **Let’s make some music magic together—**just for kicks, good vibes, and bringing the community closer! 🎶✨ No contests, no competition—just pure creative fun! Every song will live on the Groovy Town playlist. Ready to drop beats, spread joy, and get GROOVIFIED? Let’s do this! 🎵🔥 STAY GROOVY, and let’s JIGGY WITH IT! ☮️ The project : https://suno.com/song/602873c2-be9e-41af-9881-19579789a3ce —————————————————— *Hey, hey hey—uh! What the—?* Wait a minute… …Oh no. Not again. I took a left turn by mistake, just tryna get some toast Now I’m moonwalkin’ down a street that’s vibin’ coast to coast Neon pigeons, lava sidewalks, saxophones in trees I blink once — boom! — sequins on my knees Mirror ball in the mailbox, someone winkin’ from the floor My shoes untied themselves, but they’re tappin’ more and more I shout "help!" and someone answers: “We don’t help, we boogie.” Now my hips say yes while my brain screams NOOO-gie— Oh no—(uh!)—not again! I’m GROOVIFIED, can’t pretend My legs got glitter, my soul got soul The mirror’s laughin’ — I’ve lost control! Oh no—(yeah!)—not again! My vibes got hacked by the groove train I blinked once and I slipped inside Now I’m moonwalkin’ on my own pride I tried to run — too late, bro, the beat caught my spine "Tu veux fuir le groove ? T'es mignon… c’est trop tard, c’est le destin." My body pop-locked in the checkout aisle Grandma did the worm — gave me that disco smile Now I dance like I was born in a lava lamp My reflection’s wearin’ sequins and a velvet champ My credit card’s a tambourine, my phone sings in falsetto Even my doubts got platform boots and gold stilettos Oh no—(uh!)—not again! I’m GROOVIFIED, can’t pretend My thoughts got rhythm, my fears got brass I tried to scream, but I shook my ass Oh no—(yeah!)—not again! I blinked and fell into a bassline den This ain’t a dream, it’s a mirrored tide And I’ve been groovified on the inside Now every heartbeat claps on two and four Even silence gotta strut across the floor I can’t escape, but I’m feelin’ fine I’ve been groovified… by design Oh no—(oooh!)—not again! You can’t un-groove once it begins I came for bread, but the groove took hold Now I’m dancin’ in stories I haven’t told Groovified, baby, not just in style— I’m GROOVIFIED… all the while. Call me Toast. ‘Cause I’m done. And I’m… Butterin’ up this groove.