by Reid
I walked into class after a long school day
Standing in the back row
With some gym shorts on and a casual shirt
Ready to dance for the first time
I watched everyone bust a move
Thinking of what step came next
“Take it one at a time, now don’t you rush,
Just do what feels right.”
It started
Our dance is the pop, lock, drop
That one-two step, shuffling left and right
When we’re home alone, with no thought we go
Just because this is our show
Our dance is the club fist pump
That dougie with swag, cat daddy down real fast
All night at home, it just pounds in my head
With the speakers maxed, dancing all over again
