| Are we recording?
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| Ready when you are
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| Aight
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| One, two, three
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| When I was young
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| I had a plan
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| I would grow old to be a dancing man
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| My knees would bend
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| And my feet would spread
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| I my shoulder blade and on my head
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| Ooh!
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| Check it out
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| I know an old friend Timothy Young
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| But he goes by the nickname TS1
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| 'Cause he been a breakdancer from age twelve
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| Battle anybody, I don’t care who you tell
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| Take it to the max, 360 degrees
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| Speedy on the downright, icy freeze
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| But now that era of life has ended
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| And rolling on the ground ain’t recommended
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| His wrists hurt, his hips contused
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| His knees are all swolen and his ribs are bruised
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| He went and hit his head, he’s a big
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| The the man’s coming down with the b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| He got the b-boy blues
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| Baby
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| That’s the b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| You know he got the b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| Break it down one time for me
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| «I'm feeling sad and blue»
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| Sipping on a shake in a Chick-fil-A
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| One minute just slipped away
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| And he can’t understand how the kids today
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| Could get with any songs on a hip parade
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| In days of old, he was brave and bold
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| and listening to Paid in Full
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| But now he has a hard time finding his place
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| His DJs use computers and they don’t play breaks
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| He’s in his 40s with a couple of kids
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| And he always tryna school 'em on what hip hop is
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| But when he went to show his son how to move on the floor
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| He said «Daddy, people don’t breakdance no more»
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| He got a copy of Star Wars 2
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| With the photo he took with Rock Steady Crew
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| tryna walk in another man’s shoes
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| What can I say? |
| He got the b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| He got the b-boy blues
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| Baby
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| Doggone b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| He got the b-boy blues
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| Ooh, baby
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| DJ, get down and dirty with it
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| «I have the blues»
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| Back to the top with it
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| «I'm feeling sad and blue»
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| Come on
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| «I'm feeling sad and blue»
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| That’s right
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| Go and sing it for me
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| Looking through his closet for that bright red Puma suit
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| He can’t seem to dress up, all these doggone b-boy blues
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| Turning out the lights on his electric boogaloo
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| He needs to find a remedy for b-boy blues
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| Now that’s a record |