Latitudes & Longitudes

Latitudes and Longitudes, yeah they give us our places
Latitudes and longitudes, they're all etched in out faces
Yo I wanna give a shout out to the tropic of Cancer
Capricorn hanging up there, Hell Yeah
But we're bringing it back down
You know what that spot where all the grooving happens
The Equator, down at the Equator
To everybody on the on the grooving on the Equator
Keeping it funky keeping it tropical
365 since the million of times days
Latitudes and Longitudes, ah they give us our places

Wind on my back got the sun in my face
Following the trade winds wherever they take me
On this adventure I a can be while
Across across the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn
Equator going along til I get to the other side of the world
Smoke another spliff like we always do
Drink another beer cause there's nothing left to do
It's the lockdown syndrome what we gonna do
When we're locked in our houses with nothing else to do
But all these guitars

Rip it to me
Rip it to me
Rip it to me

Kicking the bass from the Earth on up, It's Astral Tweaks and Sgt. Muff
Kicking the bass from the Earth on up, It's Astral Tweaks and Sgt. Muff
Big shout out to Johnny Jet and Major Herb and General Disco
Making things happen, Hell yeah
What's our latitude and longitude
I don't know but it's Istanbul

Cruising at the speed of sound, there's nothing left to bring you down
They're bumping it from Ecuador to Congo moons on river shores
There's nothing left to bring you down when you're cruising at the speed of sound
To Borneo and back again, this groove will make you lose your head
From pachyderms to simians the funk infection will begin
First it starts inside your toes, then you move without control
Curried ham and jungle cups, there ain't not time for fisty cuffs
A tuk tuk and a sonic boom, the bass is blowing out your room
The palms are swaying in the heat, all of life lost to this beat

Luke, yo look, what do you want to commit to memory in your memory palace
Give me the coordinates, I'll jot it down and we can reference it for our future generations

Lamb chops and mustard cuts duhhhdududh
What the feck boom booms the charm... ahahahahha
Yeah like that

Yo we got 50ccs of the biggest sounds
Like a family of 5 rolling on a tropical motor bike
Moving down moving up moving down we got the hottest hottest bass in town
Yo butt shakes and earthquakes, so much sound the tropics squeak
On our sound trials with the hottest mics, roll the show to the fly trombone
The honnies wanna pounce on this tropical mouse
Yeah, you wanna ride these fly spokes

Come on down and take your folks
We got the hottest Show in town
It's happening tonight and your mother won't be around
So some come on down to ah the Astral Tweaks and ah Sgt. Muff and we got the General Disco
We got Major Herb blasting that good old sweet bread herby dub
Yeah, we all got it, we all got it
Shout out to Count Mingya slinging those plaques slinging those plaques
He ain't coming back and he ain't, he's in some other place
Different latitude and longitude but he ain't here, but he's here in our minds