The next time on the dance floor/A crazy lunatic I’m knocking down the door/Shot of the guns sound like music to my ears/Why is everyone running I just wanted to dance
If you rendered down Prince, Missy Elliott and Saul Willaims into musical porridge you’d have Bilal. It’s a strange arrangement and a bit heavy handed, but well taken. Production wise it’s trying to keep up but it’s too far outside Younge’s comfort zone to resonate. Good idea, poorly executed.