Boon

I don’t need to reach inside my cup to be allowed to dance. I’ve had enough enough, only through music we land On common ground where we might stand. Not like Plymouth Rock, may-flowers may have different plans. How the summer starts and sets, the marching order of my favorite band. I just bought some tickets. Trade riches for riches. If I bust a move, I might wish I didn’t. If I never do, I’ll always wish I did it. Embarrassment will end, regret is never finished. throw them hands up in the air. Might get called on for some joy. Wave to opposition, yeah. They can stand and hate Because they’re stuck in doubt and moved to stare. Wait. What you say? You say I move like broken ones, Don’t make me push you down the stair case. I’m crashing out like waves onto sand banks. You’re on the ground I reiterate, that if you’d’ve moved a bit instead of being chicken, you might’ve lived, this’d been a closed case. I’m a villain. Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to, So I know what answer is. Don’t you? Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to. Lose my consciousness. Don’t you? Don’t let it hold you back. Don’t let it sneak behind and kick your ass. Or if it does, don’t stop fighting back. Fight like it’s your last, love like it’s your first. Dance like you’re deserted, and you’re quenching thirst. Alternatives perverted like an asshole jerk that’s tugging shirts. Stagnant learning lets him move more than he should. Not as he needs, but as he wants, and so we bleed. So flip the shit by thrifting steez. And throw it in his face by smiling wide, and leaving shame alone. Just keep on dancing. Don’t stop unless it’s love of which you know. Fuck your phone. Love your home. So move it out. Close your eyes if it might help, Challenge deepest doubt. Because music is a refuge, And I won’t let it smoke you out. My flock is fly as fuck. Wow. Wow wow, turn my shit up. Wow, wow wow, this ain’t yet enough. Let it out out. Let it out out. Let it out out. You get what I’m about Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to, So I know what answer is. Don’t you? Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to. Lose my consciousness. Don’t you? It won’t help me here. Thinking how I’m seen as likely weird. A little boy with mangy beard. A car with a child at the wheel. That’s that Ricky Bobby feel. Feed my pride, set ego aside. Reality is humbling, it can’t tell you lies. So when i danced and nothing happened bad, it’s no wonder that I cried. A lesson learned, that moving happy is the vibe. That cringy kinda fine, it’s a step on way to wise: is wondering the worst way in which I spend my time. It’s telling myself no, when for others it is fine. How I think I won’t grow, If I learn to love the shine. How dancings lame if it’s mine. How emotions are a boon, not a sign of decline. Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to, So I know what answer is. Don’t you? Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to. Lose my consciousness. Don’t you? Wow wow, turn my shit up. Wow, wow wow, this ain’t yet enough. Let it out out. Let it out out. Let it out out. You get what I’m about Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to, So I know what answer is. Don’t you? Can I dance a bit? Can I dance a bit? I want to. Lose my consciousness. Don’t you?