It's a song called coyote disco, written, composed and sung by gem, full lyrics:
Ugh don't call, how do you ding bong call.
No signal here.
I can't hear you when I tell you.
It's not a good idea to put it down.
Shake your head.
Flower in the heart.
I want to take you home.
In that late night bar.
Who cares if it's true or not.
Swing to your heart's content.
Forget your favorite Ta.
You're the most charming.
You know what.
It's the best of times.
It's the favorite time.
Where is the big manhole cover in front of you.
I took my foot inside.
Such a dynamic beat has to be left at the door to play handsome.
How can there be an obstacle in the line of my dance?
Big back.
BB machine.
James Bond on the dance floor.
The first generation of Northeastern breakers.
DJ looking at me and getting anxious (woo woo).
No matter how hot it gets, I can't take off my leather coat.
(woo woo).
Song appreciation for "Coyote Disco"
The song comes across as alternative yet relatable, betting on cheesy rhymes and shaking with unexpected wit. The lyrics are all about the childhood memories of northerners, those adolescent idols, and a little bit of self-deprecating courage. It is a mixture of Hong Kong and Taiwan's Golden Melody style, the mercenary strength of Northeast shouting and the strong rhythm of retro disco, with a sincere earthy flavor.