Bop it

Bop it. Twist it. Pass it. Ghost it. Green light blink, nobody knows it. Clock got no face, but the hands still spin. One wrong tap, let the next round begin Bop it, twist it, duck it, lick it Whole crew move like the toy got a script. Red means freeze, green means dip. Lose one life, respawn ain’t quick Bop it… twist it… shadows never quit. Pass it… duck low… disappear in the mist. Clock keep talkin’, every second got a price. One wrong move and the silence rolls the dice. Verse Static in the speaker, city hums in grayscale. Side streets whisper stories every cracked rail tells. Cold wind carrying names that the dawn won’t keep. Eyes wide open, even when the whole block sleeps. Footsteps echo like a kick against tin. Every choice another round that nobody wins. Bop it. Twist it. Pull it. Pass. Game don’t wait, it remember your last. Miss one cue and the lights go dim. Talk too loud, now the score gets trimmed