歌词
[Verse]
Woke up this morning, whole back in traction,
Sore like I wrestled with a bear's reaction.
Popped two pills, tryna ease the pain,
Can't even flex without groaning again.
Desk job got me hunched like Quasimodo,
Nine-to-five grind, this back still hollow.
Even my chiropractor, he's feelin' the strain,
Got me on a schedule, like I'm goin' insane.
[Verse 2]
Breaking it down on the dance floor still,
Every move a reminder, can't ignore the drill.
Body rock, pop, and I lock with a wince,
Each move a symphony of my vertebra prince.
Stretching out, yoga pose ain't fixin',
This back ain't loyal, feels Mad Max dystopian.
Massage or a sauna, can't catch a break,
Ice pack fusion, now I sizzle like steak.
[Chorus]
Backache, gotta dance away this pain,
Groove it out, don't let the ache remain.
Backache, every move feels the strain,
Dance it out, till I'm free from this chain.
[Verse 3]
Braced up like a knight in armor-tread,
Every step calculated, careful where I tread.
Pain rush like a ticker tape parade,
Lower back hollerin', feels like grenade.
Foam roller kingdom, my empire’s throne,
Hunched over at the club, resembling a crone.
Ain't stoppin' me though, I'll still get down,
Despite the backache, imma own this town.
[Chorus]
Backache, gotta dance away this pain,
Groove it out, don't let the ache remain.
Backache, every move feels the strain,
Dance it out, till I'm free from this chain.
[Bridge]
Ain't no cure, just a rhythm of relief,
Swaggin' through the pain, still chief.
Relievin' stress, poppin' moves not pills,
Dancin' through this ache with all the feels.
