## Metadata
**Caption:** funk, horn stabs, deep groove, hypnotic, 1973, 106 bpm, male vocal
**BPM:** 136
**Duration:** 192.0s
**Key:** F minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
Horns are calling out the crew
Bass line rolling, deep and true
Every hand is on the beat
Nobody's leaving, nobody's leaving their seat

[chorus]
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
Riding this groove till there's nothing left
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
One more time, take a breath

[verse]
Guitar's cutting through the night
Drummer locked the pocket tight
Round and round the rhythm goes
Nobody know where the ending shows

[chorus]
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
Riding this groove till there's nothing left
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
One more time, take a breath

[bridge]
Break it down and build again
Let the horns come rushing in
This groove don't know how to quit
Just keep riding, don't stop it

[chorus]
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
Riding this groove till there's nothing left
Doing it, doing it, doing it to death
One more time, take a breath