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[Verse 1]
Fresh cut, new blues, name tag shine
Checking in, low rank on the line
Brass all lined up, medals like stars
I’m just tryna dance, not think about wars
See the sergeant major laughing by the bar
Colonel’s at the table, loosened up the collar
DJ drops a beat, whole room goes wild
Even the old heads moving like they’re back in style
[Chorus]
Boots on the ballroom floor
We don’t care ’bout rank no more (nah)
Spinning in our dress uniforms
Chain of command on the dance‑dance floor
Left, right, shake it in time
Privates, captains all in the same line
Tonight we’re just people, nothing more
Boots on the ballroom floor
[Verse 2]
General in a two-step, shoulder roll clean
First sergeant laughing like a kid of sixteen
I’m in the circle, they’re hyping me up
Lieutenant yelling, “Go!” over her cup (woo)
Salute at the doorway, then we slide inside
Rules stay outside, rhythm’s our guide
From the field to the chandeliers overhead
We trade in the stress for this beat instead
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] At ease, everybody, let the beat run
We survived the weeks, now we live for the fun
Sergeant snaps fingers, captain claps hands
We move as one, like we drilled this dance
[crescendo] Left step, right turn, all in sync
Chain of command got a brand new link
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration2:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Glossy pop-rap with bouncy club drums, bright synth plucks, and a funky bassline. Verses ride a tight rhythmic flow; hook explodes with stacked chant vocals and claps. Brief half-time drop in the bridge before the final chorus hits with extra ad-libs and crowd shouts. Male vocals., pop, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
JonnyBoy
JonnyBoyModelAria v5
Prompt
A pop hip hop song about a private having a good time and dancing with his higher ups at the military ball
