I dance to Grey Cell Green, black boots on the floor, In a secondhand jacket bought from a thrift store The bass kicks in, and I forget the year But I wonder who I’d be if I weren’t born here If I were born there, I’d move a different way, To a song that makes the night feel like day Every rhythm’s got a hometown prayer I dance to Grey Cell Green, but I dream I was born there If I’d been born in Dallas, I’d kick up dust, To Boot Scootin’ Boogie with a neon lust Boot heels tapping in the barroom light, Where Friday burns into Saturday night If I’d been born in Mumbai, I’d spin in lights, To Kajra Re on wedding nights Gold on my wrists, perfume in the air Every heartbeat an answered prayer If I’d been born in Chicago town, To Zoot Suit Riot, I’d be throwing down Slick hair, brass horns, the night on fire A swing of sin and a crooked choir If I’d been born in Havana rain, I’d spin to Llorarás refrain Tears and laughter in the heat collide Salsa hips can’t choose a side If I’d been born in Philly streets, Where Got to Be Real drops four-on-the-beat, Sequin lights and the bassline’s roar I’d be glowing like the mirrored floor If I’d been born in Kingston town, To Monkey Man I’d move around Laid-back rhythm in the salt-warm air A skankin’ grin and nothing to spare If I’d been born in Paris dusk, I’d find that Music Sounds Better with Us The synths would shimmer, the voices sigh I’d lose myself beneath that sky If I’d been born in Lagos heat, I’d praise Water No Get Enemy’s beat Drums like thunder, hearts like flame Dancing till we forget our name If I’d been born in Seoul at night, To Mirotic I’d burn so bright Precision moves and electric pride Perfection’s pulse I couldn’t hide If I’d been born in the Bronx block haze, Planet Rock would set my ways Breakers spinning where the subway hums Dreams on cardboard, pounding drums If I’d been born in Galway mist, I’d reel to Cooley’s, fists unkissed Stone-cold floors and fiddles cry The joy’s so fierce it makes you high If I were born there, I’d move a different way, But every road leads back to play Every beat’s a borrowed prayer I dance to Grey Cell Green, and dream I was born everywhere
