Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Baker Boy
Voces
Yirrmal
Voces
Tristan Ludowyk
Trompeta
Lachlan McLean
Tenor
Justin Marshall
Percusión
Luke Dubber
Sintetizador
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Pip Norman
Composición
Danzal Baker
Composición
Dallas Woods
Composición
Yirrmal Marika
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Pip Norman
Producción
Andrei Eremin
Ingeniería de mezcla
Matt Colton
Masterización
Letra
[Verse 1]
Oh yeah imma bounce from work
Heading home on the phone, when I pick up my loan
In the zone in my room
I'm smelling cologne
Ŋatha ḻuka bala marrtjin ŋanya friday night outing-nha
Bala dhumurr'yuna club-ŋurnha
Yaka every weekend ŋanydja payday-mirriynha
Ever look at someone breaking it down
Same person when they end up in town
Dance around like there's no one around
[Chorus]
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide?
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
[Chorus]
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
[Chorus]
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
[Chorus]
Come along for the ride
[Verse 2]
Too slick, like turbo with a broom stick
Puppet master, no strings attached
We can start a new trend or live the past
We can do the dab or the cabbage patch
Let's goo
Oh that's a vibe
No stoppin when a brother hit a electric slide
OGs two stepin', rocking side to side
Let loose, let your body and the beat collide uh
[Chorus]
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide?
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
[Chorus]
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
[Chorus]
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
[Bridge]
Ŋupanmirrnha yol bili murrŋiny dancing-gu
Battling-mirrnha bala räli
Yaka marrtji ḻiya-marithi
Bili ŋarra dhuwal nhakun nhepi
Bala babu'yuna marrtji ŋali please
[Bridge]
The night's young
I'm old school, on the dance floor
Express yourself, what I stand for
Imma light it up like a candle
Call me "Mr. Too Hot to Handle"
Woo, I think I need to chill
[Outro]
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Nhäŋu mala
Nhäŋu mala
Nhäŋu mala
Nhä-ah-ah-ah-ah
Nhäŋu mala
Nhäŋu mala
Written by: Dallas Woods, Danzal Baker, Pip Norman, Yirrmal Marika

