Turn Up Transmission

Friday night ignition… whole squad on a mission… Energy in the air

like a cosmic transmission… (yeah… Friday vibes…)

Energy in the air like a cosmic transmission…

We turn up, turn up,

turn up till the lights go red,

Dance floor spinning like a multiverse thread.

Pour one, pour two,

let the weekend spread — Friday got me feeling like I’m breaking

out the shed. (turn it up!

let’s go! run it!)

Step in the spot and the speakers go boom,

Friday night energy taking over the room.

Workweek gone, now the vibe resumes — We glow so bright we

eclipse the moon. Drinks in the air,

yeah the squad aligned,

Weekend mode active, stress left behind.

Friday night freedom, that union-made grind — We own the night,

leave the doubts behind.

We turn up, turn up,

turn up till the lights go red,

Dance floor spinning like a multiverse thread.

Pour one, pour two,

let the weekend spread — Friday got me feeling like I’m breaking

out the shed. (turn it up!

let’s go!

run

it!)

City lights flash as the bassline hits,

Friday night calling, we answer with grit.

Squad in formation, no time to quit,

Living for the moment,

this is it.

We turn up, turn up,

turn up till the lights go red,

Dance floor spinning like a multiverse thread.

Pour one, pour two,

let the weekend spread — Friday got me feeling like I’m breaking

out the shed. (turn it up!

let’s go! run it!)

Slow it down, feel the moment rise,

Friday night magic in our eyes.

We

turn up, turn up,

turn up till the lights go red,

Dance floor spinning like a multiverse thread.

Pour one, pour two,

let the weekend spread — Friday got me feeling like I’m breaking

out the shed. (turn it up!

let’s go!

run

it!)

Friday night ignition… whole squad on a mission…