Piece of Funk

Verse 1

So your granny never said you're a piece of funk

Guess she never saw the way you move

Honey dripping slow off a Sunday plate

While the preacher hollers from his wooden pew

Pre-Chorus

But I see it

I see that lowdown glide

Yeah I feel it

Running wild inside

Chorus

You're a piece of funk

Finer than a brass horn shout

You're a piece of funk

Sweet as molasses in a southern drought

Don't need no silver praise to know

You blaze when the rhythm starts to grow

Verse 2

Your granddad kept a rhythm in his calloused hands

Hammering nails while the jukebox spun

You carried that thunder through the family lands

Now watch this whole house come undone

Pre-Chorus

And I hear it

That velvet undertow

Yeah I feel it

Everywhere you go

Chorus

You're a piece of funk

Finer than a brass horn shout

You're a piece of funk

Sweet as molasses in a southern drought

Don't need no silver praise to know

You blaze when the rhythm starts to grow

Bridge

If granny never told you baby

Let me be the one to say

You're the groove they built the floor for

You're the reason that we stay

Chorus

You're a piece of funk

Finer than a brass horn shout

You're a piece of funk

Sweet as molasses in a southern drought

Don't need no silver praise to know

You blaze when the rhythm starts to grow