Darktown Strutters’Ball

bedroom hip hop, cloud rap, West Coast hip-hop, G-funk, indie pop

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Listen up, babe, I got the word today.
The invitation is locked, we on the way.
Darktown Ball, the motion is set.
The high-browns coming, place your bet.
I’m stepping in that high silk hat, frock tail coat.
Luster on the fit, the brightest boat afloat.
Slide in your Paris gown, wrap that new silk shawl.
Ain't no doubt, we the best dressed in the hall.
(Big motion!)
(Yeah, we reflecting off the glass, b****.)

Catch me parked right by the curb in a taxi, honey.
Be ready about half past eight.
(Don't be late!)
Now dearie, don’t be late.
I want to be there when the band starts playing.
Once we inside, the two steps belong to me.
Dance out both my shoes, just wait and see.
When they play "Jelly Roll Blues" we stand tall.
Tomorrow night, at the Darktown Strutters’ Ball.

"I’ve got some good news, Honey, an invitation to the Darktown Ball"

Peep the neighbors, they high-toned and flashy.
But they lagging behind us, looking dusty and ashy.
(Ooh-wee!)
The Baby Dolls tryna compete with the queen.
But you out-classing every girl on the scene.
Dancers from every coast, doing what they do.
Classic, buck and wing, yeah, the clog too.
We taking that fifty dollar prize, winning as a boss.
Stepping out, watch us "Walk the Dog" without a loss.
(Finna get that paper.)
(Yeah, do that sh**, do that sh**.)

"There ain’t no doubt about it babe, we’ll be the best dressed in the hall"

D.T.B. stamp, yeah, Doing This Big.
Watch how the rhythm flips the whole gig.
Signature step, moves hitting as a quake.
The floorboards snapping with every move we make.
(Aye!)
That fifty dollar prize? I’m buying the whole zip code.
Moves so cold, the venue bout to explode.
Band hitting the peak, trumpet going crazy.
The best dressed title never looking hazy.
Shoes to the floor, we leaving it all.
The undisputed kings of the Strutters’ Ball.

(Half past eight, baby.)
(Taxi at the curb.)
(We did that, on god.)
Cool breeze hitting as we slide to the ride.
The night air feels right with you by my side.
(D.T.B.)
(Ride home, replay the magic.)
Tomorrow night, the ball.
Tomorrow night, the ball.
(Yeah, yeah.)
(Ooh, ooh.)
Shoes worn out, but the vibe is forever.
(D.T.B. Clique.)
(We out.)

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(Yo, watch the flow go. Control the soul, let the gold roll.) (Doing This Big Clique, D.T.B. on the stamp, ya feel me?) (Uh-huh.) Eight-thirty on the dot, no delays on the rollout. We outside, tell the squad bring the whole soul out. (One, two, three, let's go!) Listen up, babe, I got the word today. The invitation is locked, we on the way. Darktown Ball, the motion is set. The high-browns coming, place your bet. I’m stepping in that high silk hat, frock tail coat. Luster on the fit, the brightest boat afloat. Slide in your Paris gown, wrap that new silk shawl. Ain't no doubt, we the best dressed in the hall. (Big motion!) (Yeah, we reflecting off the glass, b****.) Catch me parked right by the curb in a taxi, honey. Be ready about half past eight. (Don't be late!) Now dearie, don’t be late. I want to be there when the band starts playing. Once we inside, the two steps belong to me. Dance out both my shoes, just wait and see. When they play "Jelly Roll Blues" we stand tall. Tomorrow night, at the Darktown Strutters’ Ball. "I’ve got some good news, Honey, an invitation to the Darktown Ball" Peep the neighbors, they high-toned and flashy. But they lagging behind us, looking dusty and ashy. (Ooh-wee!) The Baby Dolls tryna compete with the queen. But you out-classing every girl on the scene. Dancers from every coast, doing what they do. Classic, buck and wing, yeah, the clog too. We taking that fifty dollar prize, winning as a boss. Stepping out, watch us "Walk the Dog" without a loss. (Finna get that paper.) (Yeah, do that sh**, do that sh**.) Catch me parked right by the curb in a taxi, honey. Be ready about half past eight. (Don't be late!) Now dearie, don’t be late. I want to be there when the band starts playing. Once we inside, the two steps belong to me. Dance out both my shoes, just wait and see. When they play "Jelly Roll Blues" we stand tall. Tomorrow night, at the Darktown Strutters’ Ball. "There ain’t no doubt about it babe, we’ll be the best dressed in the hall" D.T.B. stamp, yeah, Doing This Big. Watch how the rhythm flips the whole gig. Signature step, moves hitting as a quake. The floorboards snapping with every move we make. (Aye!) That fifty dollar prize? I’m buying the whole zip code. Moves so cold, the venue bout to explode. Band hitting the peak, trumpet going crazy. The best dressed title never looking hazy. Shoes to the floor, we leaving it all. The undisputed kings of the Strutters’ Ball. (Half past eight, baby.) (Taxi at the curb.) (We did that, on god.) Cool breeze hitting as we slide to the ride. The night air feels right with you by my side. (D.T.B.) (Ride home, replay the magic.) Tomorrow night, the ball. Tomorrow night, the ball. (Yeah, yeah.) (Ooh, ooh.) Shoes worn out, but the vibe is forever. (D.T.B. Clique.) (We out.)

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