
Personalized song
Nobody Sits It Out
A song for Faut Danser
- Occasion
- 🥳 Fun
- Style
- Hip-hop
- Language
- English
- Duration
- 2:46
- Plays
- 6
Published on August 31, 2026
The lyrics
Written by Woyla from the story told by its creator, then composed and sung.
Lights up, the floor is warm again Somebody hit the switch, we're in No plan tonight, just bass and feet and one word running through the beat Faut said it once and now it sticks two words, no speech, no fancy tricks Everybody find your own small space nobody sits, that's the rule in this place
It started as a joke somebody said halfway through a night, half in your head Two words, a shrug, a grin, a hand pulling the shy ones off the sand Faut, you never wait for the drop you hear a kettle boil and start to hop Kitchen tiles turn into a stage the fridge hum keeping you in range You count us in with a wooden spoon and half the room is grinning too soon No mirror needed, no cool required just knees and elbows and a room on fire
Gotta dance, gotta dance, come on! Feet on the floor till the doubt is gone Gotta dance, nobody sits it out that's the only rule we shout
Bus stop rain, a puddle beat you turn the waiting into heat Shopping aisle, a two-step slide Faut, you take the whole world in stride Somebody's cousin, somebody's friend they say the party doesn't end until you've dragged the last one in arms up, chin up, foolish grin We copy you and get it wrong but wrong looks right inside a song You never asked for anybody's praise you only asked us all to raise
When the speaker dies, we hum the line stomping out the rhythm on the floor Somebody's shoes, somebody's laugh somebody shouting one more, one more Nobody's counting hours here nobody's checking who looks cool We learned it from a two-word rule and honestly, it's a decent school So hands up, if you can hear the drum tell the tired ones the good part's come
Gotta dance, gotta dance, come on! Feet on the floor till the doubt is gone Gotta dance, nobody sits it out that's the only rule we shout
Lights come up, the floor is done shoes in hand, the last ones gone Faut, we'll keep the two words safe and bring them back another day Till then we're humming on the stair one shoulder moving, half aware The music stops, the moving stays and that's the joke that never fades
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