The automatic phonk 👹

In the depths of the night, when the moon is high, And the streets are alive with a neon sky, That's when the phonk comes alive, deep in the vibe, It's a feeling you can't deny, you can't describe. (Chorus) Phonk in the air, you can feel it everywhere, Beats so smooth, it's like walking on air, In the heart of the city, where the phonk never dies, We groove to the rhythm, under starlit skies. (Verse 2) From the boom of the bass to the crackle of the vinyl, It's a hypnotic groove that'll make you spiral, Lost in the sound, in a trance-like state, Where the worries of the world just dissipate. (Chorus) Phonk in the air, you can feel it everywhere, Beats so smooth, it's like walking on air, In the heart of the city, where the phonk never dies, We groove to the rhythm, under starlit skies. (Bridge) It's more than just music, it's a way of life, A rhythm that connects us, through joy and strife, In the pulse of the city, where the phonk reigns supreme, We dance to the beat, like it's part of our dream. As the night turns to dawn, and the city starts to stir, We hold onto the phonk, like a precious blur, For in these moments, we find our release, In the groove of the phonk, we find our peace. (Chorus) Phonk in