What you sayin? I hear you Now here they pray with the old gods And the new but Now we can see them staring at the stars From the roof of the Beta Maxx Just like we used to do We like to jam like maestros And keep our bodies grooving And keep the vibes on the rise And people fightin' for freedom Music manufactured Theories steered and created Now we don't know yet where it's at We gotta taste It's way in the back Night driving Bumpin' track after track Slingshot Baby Then we won't come back Yeah Best believe it I swear it Customize it We all got to wear it Transfer us to another dimension Grab your passports and stand our attention Yeah You know that's a bet We like to jam like maestros And keep our bodies groovin' And keep it right on the rise And people fryin' their brains off It's going out of style And that's a pity and shame But now we don't know yet where it's at You gotta taste it It's way in the back Night driving Bumpin' track after track Slingshot baby then we won't come back Best believe it I swear it Customize it We all got to wear it Transfer us to another dimension Grab your passports and stand our attention Yeah You know that's a bet We like to jam like maestros And keep our bodies groovin' And keep it right on the rise And people fryin' their brains off It's going out of style And that's a pity and shame But now we don't know yet where it's at You gotta taste it It's way in the back Night driving Bumpin' track after track Slingshot baby then we won't come back