Dayrunner, hit the street, don't stop Horns, stab flies from the roof top

Dayrunner, sixteen notes on the clock Funky all the way, from the bottom to the top

Get on up, get on up, ay, ay, ay Rise with the kick, sharp snare on the tube

Walking bass says got something to do Chicken scratch guitar cuts through the block

Road shines bright like a brand new lock Dayrunner, don't wait for that green light

Twice Funk in the pocket, everything precise

High hat shuffle pushing through the lane Same city, different groove, never the same

Horns hit hard on the upbeat now Funk the guitar chops, show em how

Open hat lifts the whole thing high Dayrunner running till the day runs dry

Dayrunner, hit the street, don't stop Horns, stab flies from the roof top

Dayrunner, sixteen notes on the clock Funky all the way, from the bottom to the top

Get on up, get on up, ay, ay, ay Rise with the kick, sharp snare on the tube

Afternoon sun hits the chrome and the glass Funk line rolling, let the slower ones pass

Melodic bass climbs between the kick Rolls comms, colorful uplifting thick jazz

Guitar Stabs a chord on that

Dayrunner moving like it's all been planned Snare cracks clean on two and four, right there

Seventy spirit floating in the summer air Funk don't fake, funk don't lie

Feel it in the body before you ask why Sixteen notes, lock horns, ready to blow

Dayrunner was built for this kind of flow

Horns hit hard on the upbeat now Funk the guitar chops, show em how

Open hat lifts the whole thing high Dayrunner running till the day runs dry

Dayrunner, hit the street, don't stop Horns, stab flies from the roof top

Dayrunner, sixteen notes on the clock Funky all the way, from the bottom to the top

Pocket deep, the funk don't quit Dayrunner, born for this

That's it, that's it, that's it Get on up, get on up

Get on up, get on up