Back When The Floor Was Ours
v4
@Viktor Vasas
Back When The Floor Was Ours
v4
@Viktor Vasas
Text
[Verse 1]
You pull up in them low-rise jeans
Flip phone glow on your face
DJ drops our secret thing
And the whole room starts to sway
Half-price drinks and plastic cups
We don’t care
We’re rich in time
You grab my hand on the 1
We lose the count by 9
[Chorus]
Back when the floor was ours
Spinning like burnt CDs
Hands up for every chorus
Names carved in the backroom seats
We didn’t know about tomorrow
We just got lost in the doors
Of every night
Every borrowed light
Back when the floor was ours (hey!)
[Verse 2]
You shout over the speaker stack
“Don’t you dare go home yet”
Neon wristband
Fake ID laugh
Sweat on your glittered neck
Photo booth flash
We miss the frame
All teeth
All blur
All joy
Song comes in
That same old phrase
We scream it like it’s our voice (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Back when the floor was ours
Spinning like burnt CDs
Hands up for every chorus
Names carved in the backroom seats
We didn’t know about tomorrow
We just got lost in the doors
Of every night
Every borrowed light
Back when the floor was ours (ours, ours)
You pull up in them low-rise jeans
Flip phone glow on your face
DJ drops our secret thing
And the whole room starts to sway
Half-price drinks and plastic cups
We don’t care
We’re rich in time
You grab my hand on the 1
We lose the count by 9
[Chorus]
Back when the floor was ours
Spinning like burnt CDs
Hands up for every chorus
Names carved in the backroom seats
We didn’t know about tomorrow
We just got lost in the doors
Of every night
Every borrowed light
Back when the floor was ours (hey!)
[Verse 2]
You shout over the speaker stack
“Don’t you dare go home yet”
Neon wristband
Fake ID laugh
Sweat on your glittered neck
Photo booth flash
We miss the frame
All teeth
All blur
All joy
Song comes in
That same old phrase
We scream it like it’s our voice (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Back when the floor was ours
Spinning like burnt CDs
Hands up for every chorus
Names carved in the backroom seats
We didn’t know about tomorrow
We just got lost in the doors
Of every night
Every borrowed light
Back when the floor was ours (ours, ours)
Musikstil
Early-2000s funky house groove, 124 BPM, steady four-on-the-floor kick, rubbery bass, chopped guitar licks, and bright filtered disco samples. Male vocals laid tight and rhythmic, with stacked call-and-response hooks in the chorus. Short synth stabs and crowd-style shouts lift transitions; breakdown ducks the beat under a sweeping filter before the final chorus hits hard., funky
