[Verse] We met tonight to talk about the lights, the noise, the keys left in the door, But then the bass came up through the floor—yeah, that’s the sound of the neighborhood’s core. Old Mr. Jim with the clipboard, forgot his script in the groove, Said “Wait—can we just dance, while the moon’s still above?” [Pre-Chorus] The watch ain’t broke—it’s just bumpin’ in the street, Neighborhood vibes, can’t beat this beat. [Chorus] We’re the block that moves when the streetlights glow, Turn the watch shift into a slow jam show. One foot in the line, the other in the beat, We’re not on patrol—we’re on the street, Yeah, we’re on the street, With a rhythm and a reason, Neighborhood watch—gettin’ funky, gettin’ free! [Verse] Sally from 305 dropped her coffee, didn’t care—she shook her hips instead, Tommy the plumber said, “Let the pipe repair go,” now he’s doing the twist and the tread. Even the dog barked in time, two deep and low, And the fire hydrant winked—it’s the night’s first show. [Pre-Chorus] The watch ain’t broke—it’s just bumpin’ in the street, Neighborhood vibes, can’t beat this beat. [Chorus] We’re the block that moves when the streetlights glow, Turn the watch shift into a slow jam show. One foot in the line, the other in the beat, We’re not on patrol—we’re on the street, Yeah, we’re on the street, With a rhythm and a reason, Neighborhood watch—gettin’ funky, gettin’ free! [Bridge] No sirens, no rules, just the bass and the breeze, We’re the peacekeepers of the funky streets, Laughing with the moon, dancing with the trees, And the watch? It’s just another name for the free. [Chorus] We’re the block that moves when the streetlights glow, Turn the watch shift into a slow jam show. One foot in the line, the other in the beat, We’re not on patrol—we’re on the street, Yeah, we’re on the street, With a rhythm and a reason, Neighborhood watch—gettin’ funky, gettin’ free! [Outro] Funky, free, yeah—on the street, Funky, free, we’re all together, Neighborhood watch—still groove, still real, Still dancing with the streetlights, still feel… Still feel… [Fade out with layered ad-libs: “Yeah!”, “Groove on!”, “Watch the beat!”, “Funky, free!”]