[Intro – Spoken Over Slap Bass Thump & Funky Clavinet Ripple] Alright, y'all... device down, volume up—time to sweat the real. No likes, no lags... just us, the beat, and a little sweet release. [Verse 1 – Upbeat Funk Strut] My thumb's been churning since the sun cracked gold, Chasin' ghost-hearts that pixel-pop and fold. Bio claims "adventurer," but I'm couch-dust worn, Swipe for sparks, end up by the socket scorned. Blue light's buzzing like a jealous drone, "Seen? Unseen?"—leave the message alone. But tonight's the power-switch, no signal sound, Kick off the loafers, let the real rhythm compound. [Pre-Chorus – Call-And-Response] [Hand Claps] (Whoa-oh) Screen's a siren, pullin' you to glass? (Yeah!) Cut the cord—feel the thunder pass. (Whoa-oh) Feed full of filters, but your groove's true blue? (Yeah!) Unplug the plug—let the body renew. [Chorus – Brass Fanfare Bursts] We boogie through the blue-screen blackout, shake off the glow, Hot sweat, real traction—let the wild pulse show. No filter on this fire, no cloud for the soul's spin— Digital Detox Boogie, where the real kicks in! (Twist-turn, dip low, hips tell the truth) We own the night, no Wi-Fi proof. From ghost to gleam, let your raw self take the lead— Digital Detox Boogie, yeah, that's the need! [Verse 2 – Groove Tightens] Boss man's DMs dropping deadlines, sharp and late, "Reply all!"—nah, I'm slippin' the digital gate. Friends post feasts from a sun-bleached, perfect frame, I'm munchin' midnight ramen, playing my own game. The data choir hums the same old groove, But out here in the dark, we got something to prove. No retweet regrets, no viral stain, Just soul-fire bumpin', free from the chain. [Pre-Chorus] [Hand Claps] (Whoa-oh) Screen's a siren, pullin' you to glass? (Yeah!) Cut the cord—feel the thunder pass. (Whoa-oh) Feed full of filters, but your groove's true blue? (Yeah!) Unplug the plug—let the body renew. [Chorus] We boogie through the blue-screen blackout, shake off the glow, Hot sweat, real traction—let the wild pulse show. No filter on this fire, no cloud for the soul's spin— Digital Detox Boogie, where the real kicks in! (Twist-turn, dip low, hips tell the truth) We own the night, no Wi-Fi proof. From ghost to gleam, let your raw self take the lead— Digital Detox Boogie, yeah, that's the need! [Bridge] Ease into the hush—hear that heartbeat's brass? No buzz, no bars, just the moment, fast and vast. We ain't avatars, no perfect posture to keep, Just flesh on the friction, letting the script sleep. (Stomp-stomp) Now crank it—let the horns search for the sky, Funk's the freedom, let the echo fly. No weight on your shoulders, just a rhythm and sway— Life's a live wire, baby, turn up the play. [Outro] We boogie through the blackout... (shake off the glow!) Hot sweat, real traction... (let the wild ones go!) No filter on this fire... (cloud for the spin?) Digital Detox Boogie... (real kicks in—yeah!) [End]
