Letras
You, yeah, whoo, yeah, whoo, yeah, whoo
Straight lines never fit me right, I trip on order every night
Then the groove bends out of shape and flips the frame I used to make
Hands on air, no steady ground, laughing when the beat turns round
Half a step and back again, landing clean on one and ten
Do a cartwheel in the groove, spin you down and let it move
Flip the rhythm, catch the light, fall forward into the night
Do a cartwheel in the groove, break the line but never lose
When the downbeat hits your feet, your back up right inside the beat
Inside the beat
Tension builds in every bar like you forgot just who you are
Then the snare cuts sharp and fast and all that pressure doesn't last
Body's tilting then reset, no regret in missing steps
Turn the stumble into style, stay suspended for a while
Do a cartwheel in the groove, spin you down and let it move
Flip the rhythm, catch the light, fall forward into the night
Do a cartwheel in the groove, break the line but never lose
When the downbeat hits your feet, your back up right inside the beat
Wait, hold, turn, drop, drop, drop
Woo
Drop
Woo
Do a cartwheel in the groove, spin you down and let it move
Flip the rhythm, catch the light, heat it up before the night
Do a cartwheel in the groove, break the line but never lose
Every stumble turns to proof, you were always born to move