Story Behind The Song

I wrote this song because that was how that particular day was going. The weather was beautiful, I had just created this smooth melody, and the song pretty much wrote itself, I just verbalized the idea.

Song Description

This song represents the blissful experience of life. It was written to create a feeling of relaxation, and encouragement.

Lyrics

Electric Groove
Written by: Pierre Johnson "iWorkmusic"


(Hook) Can you feel it/ We gon' make you move, your body/ Can you dig it/ the Electric Groove, lets party/ Just go on and, celebrate your life/ for tonight, it's alright/ Just move to the music.

(Verse 1) I got my hands on the stand of a microphone/ let the beat play on, I kind of like the tone/ So, up in my head I was dead sure, if I read more to the beat/ I could write a song/ Yo, a sense of clarity throughout this therapy/ preparing me for no comparing me to right or wrong/ on one, since I got to be/ Hotter see, probably spitting pathologically/ I'm an oddity, voyage on an odyssey/ made a lot of cheese but Uncle Sam keep robbing me/ I'm trying to be everything I want to be/ See saw lifestyle every place I want to see/ See, I'm a rude dude, moving like Jueventude, Guerrero listening to my stereo's electric beat/ I can never sleep, always work, never eat/ so I hustle hard, and grind just to earn my keep.

(Hook)

(Verse 2) I got my hands on the stand of a microphone/ let the beat play on, I kind of like the tone/ So, I asked my man if he understands, everything I'm saying/ no playing when the mic is on/ Oh, a hundred grand in my plan, sea sand in my land as I stand with the camera phone/ Yo, take a snap shot, that's hot/ in a red coupe, bumping Snoop, nigga juxtapose'/ Sipping Rose' Mo, with a high class hoe, getting high class dough ok/ getting paid for my shows, stay away from the blow, cause we rolling up the trees all day/ anyway lets party, where girls get naughty/ and taking dirty pictures for me/ Oh yay, take your shirt off baby, and smile for the camera on three.

(Hook)

(Verse 3) I got my hands on the stand of a microphone/ let the beat play on, I kind of like the tone/ So, as I began to never land, on my Peter Pan/ I'm high as shit the ozone/ never fro-zone, baby put your clothes on/ when I'm done, can't stay here you got to go home/ Oh, no, trapped in the matrix, I hate this/ probably cause I'm destined for greatness/ up in my space ship, there is no replacement/ for the real hip, hop manifestation/ I'm an alien, in this world's stadium/ looking for the music of heart songs to play again/ until then, I'm going to have to move music/ taking every beat with stride to keep you moving/ never losing, northeast grooving/ southside rider, iWorkmusic.