[Intro]
La-la-la
Too much
Too much?
Turn it up
Never enough (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Got my sneakers on the carpet
But my heart’s in a mosh pit
Jump
Grandma’s vinyl in the corner
Spinnin’ next to playlists on my phone
Country boots by the doorway
Neighbor’s blasting Sunday choir
I just mix it in my bedroom
’Til the walls all catch on fire
[Pre-Chorus]
Why pick one flavor
When you can taste the whole sky?
Every little rhythm
Got a reason to be alive
[Chorus]
This is genre soup for the soul
Throw it in the pot
Let it roll
Bit of swing
Bit of rock
Bit of disco glow
If it makes you move
Let it go
Oh
We don’t fit in the mold
Turn the crazy up in control
If it makes you laugh
If it makes you lose control
That’s genre soup for the soul (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Ska horns on a Thursday
Slide right into board-game night
Rappers on the balcony freestyling
Over punk kids yelling outside
Grandpa hummin’ old folk stories
Auto-tuned just for fun
Everybody’s off in their own lane
Til we slam them into one
[Pre-Chorus]
Why pick one station
When you can surf the whole dial?
Every little accent
Got a place inside the wild
[Chorus]
This is genre soup for the soul
Throw it in the pot
Let it roll
Bit of swing
Bit of rock
Bit of disco glow
If it makes you move
Let it go
Oh
We don’t fit in the mold
Turn the crazy up in control
If it makes you laugh
If it makes you lose control
That’s genre soup for the soul
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to claps and bass]
Line dance in the living room
Circle pit in the kitchen
Ballroom in the hallway
Grand finale in the driveway
(hey!)
If you feel that clash inside
That’s your colors all colliding
Sing it loud
Sing it wrong
Every style belongs in this song
[Chorus]
This is genre soup for the soul
Throw it in the pot
Let it roll
Bit of swing
Bit of rock
Bit of disco glow
If it makes you move
Let it go
Oh
We don’t fit in the mold
Turn the crazy up in control
If it makes you laugh
If it makes you lose control
That’s genre soup for the soul
[Outro]
La-la-la
Too much
Too much?
Turn it up
Never enough (oh yeah)