Backyard Bass ldp Southern Soul trap

BACKYARD BASS SOCIETY — DJ DR LOVE [Intro — deep spoken voice] Come around the side. Gate's open. Bring that chair with you. Yeah, that one. 007 FM. We keeping it in the backyard tonight. [Hook] Backyard bass, let the folding chairs rock, Got a little good company, no eyes on the clock. Smoke from the grill, little shade on the grass, Everybody got a story, let the good ones last. Backyard bass, put your troubles on pause, Paper plate bending under somebody's sauce. Dr Love on the dial, bring your own kind of cool, If you came through hungry, get yourself some food. [Verse 1] First one through the gate brought a bag full of ice, Next one brought opinions on how to cook it right. Said, "You turning that too early, let it sit, let it brown." I said, "You want this apron?" Everybody gathered round. Somebody brought a speaker, somebody brought a pie, Somebody said they're leaving, still here at half past five. Got an old friend laughing with his head thrown back, Haven't heard that laugh since we last sat like that. Nobody showing off what they paid for their ride, Just a couple extra chairs pulled up side by side. One leg sinking, put a board underneat