They Dont Undersatnd

Second Time Round

Trevorgus

SOUL-FUNK | Ecclesiasticus c18 v30-31 70s Soul-Funk



Alan Sugaya

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Overdub instrument at Home Recording - 12/13/2025
Performed on Yamaha DTXtreme III Drum Kit with a Yamaha M12 Percussion Drum Pad


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[Verse 1]
Phone light glows, it’s that time again,
You drop a line, I drop my friends.
You say, “come through,” and I don’t stall,
Yeah, you’ve got a rhythm, I’ve got the call.
Leather seats hum with the bass turned high,
City lights blink as the world slides by.
No promises made, just sweet free fall,
Baby, you’re my booty call.

[Pre‑Chorus]
Your perfume hums with the jazz kick drum,
The groove comes alive, and my mind goes numb.
No definition, but it says it all,
Every beat spells booty call.

[Chorus]
You’re my booty call, my late‑night thrill,
A wicked smile I can’t sit still.
You spin me wild, then you fade like smoke,
Still got your taste in every note.

You’re my booty call, smooth and fine,
Every ring’s another line.
No love maps, no rules at all,
You’re my fire, my muse — my booty call.

[Verse 2]
Candlelight bounce on your cherry wine,
Jazz on loop, move in time.
We mix sin with a dash of style,
Turning wrong into something worthwhile.
Your laugh hits soft, then breaks the air,
You say, “don’t fall,” I don’t care.
We blur the edges, rewrite it all,
Baby, you’re my booty call.

[Pre‑Chorus]
That snare taps slow, then the horns confess,
You tilt your glass, I love the mess.
It’s not forever, but it’s ten feet tall,
That heat we own, that booty call.

[Chorus]
You’re my booty call, my late‑night thrill,
A wicked smile I can’t sit still.
You spin me wild, then you fade like smoke,
Still got your taste in every note.

You’re my booty call, smooth and fine,
Every ring’s another line.
No love maps, no rules at all,
You’re my fire, my muse — my booty call.

[Bridge / Breakdown]
Heavy charm with a rock‑band base,
Everlasting swing in a tempo chase.
Half the truth and a glass of gin,
Half the night, then we do it again.
No goodbye, no curtain call,
We just groove till the high can fall.
You hit send, I drop it all —
That’s the code, my booty call.

[Final Chorus]
You’re my booty call — that perfect crime,
My favorite verse, my favorite line.
Every heartbeat knows the draw,
You’re my sin, my stage, my flaw.

You’re my booty call, sweet and sly,
A ghost that glows when the night walks by.
No love lost, no pride at all —
You’re my forever spark — my booty call

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