Song | Dancin With Myself |
Artist | Krizz Kaliko |
Album | Kickin' & Screamin' |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Feelin’ like I want someone to tangle with me | |
The whole wide world don’t know me | |
So my whole label lookin’ at me | |
Knowing I'm the GENIUS | |
People lend me a ear I said that I’m the GENIUS | |
Just so I made it clear | |
Came boxin’ me, unboxable | |
Top the untoppable | |
Impossible, from more popular we be way more profitable | |
B.E.A.T. obstacles, see me, pay me, gotta get the dough | |
And I wait to the left, I’ve never been a didle | |
So I don’t get the riddles, this had better be all | |
Check, cause I ain’t reached my pinnacle yet | |
And if they too sentimental then jet cause everything up in the way was disrespectful | |
So check for me, I’m the one with the crazy hair | |
Dancin’ by myself, you don’t understand me then leave me there | |
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] | |
If they don’t understand my music | |
And no one else is dancing to it | |
I’m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
And I’m a little hard to swallow | |
Cause what they do I do not follow | |
I’m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] | |
How you make it when you’re fat, black and you rap whack to the naked ear | |
11 years, and I never even should’ve made it here | |
When you a freak of nature they hate ya | |
Stacks of paper can save you | |
And take the chance that they gave you | |
These major labels will slave you | |
But Trav and N9na, saw a chance to stack they green up | |
Tech's hittin' first then Kali's battin' clean up | |
You are something else | |
A record deal, it was summer y’all and sit on the shelf | |
And was sippin’ something soapy next to a sexual dismal whelp | |
But only a handful of you follow me and I gotta be godly | |
And how they babble me cause I'm an oddity I can see poverty | |
And I’m left of self, I’m out to lunch, I’m out to dinner | |
I’m the best the world has ever had | |
If you don’t get me, too bad | |
That if | |
[Hook] | |
[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] | |
Oh my God | |
Oh my goodness | |
This business is so ri-cock-ulous | |
The whole industry watchin’ us | |
We don’t fit in and if you listen close and dose it in | |
Cause we supposed to be the poster boys | |
The total time of me in this economy | |
I don’t wanna defuse this for coopin’ if you’re snoopin’ through the sound scan | |
Think I’m floppin’ stupid, you sound man | |
But I march to the beat of my own drum | |
And I can only make it so dumb so I’m dancin’ by my lonesome | |
[Hook] |
Feelin' like I want someone to tangle with me | |
The whole wide world don' t know me | |
So my whole label lookin' at me | |
Knowing I' m the GENIUS | |
People lend me a ear I said that I' m the GENIUS | |
Just so I made it clear | |
Came boxin' me, unboxable | |
Top the untoppable | |
Impossible, from more popular we be way more profitable | |
B. E. A. T. obstacles, see me, pay me, gotta get the dough | |
And I wait to the left, I' ve never been a didle | |
So I don' t get the riddles, this had better be all | |
Check, cause I ain' t reached my pinnacle yet | |
And if they too sentimental then jet cause everything up in the way was disrespectful | |
So check for me, I' m the one with the crazy hair | |
Dancin' by myself, you don' t understand me then leave me there | |
Hook: Krizz Kaliko | |
If they don' t understand my music | |
And no one else is dancing to it | |
I' m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
And I' m a little hard to swallow | |
Cause what they do I do not follow | |
I' m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko | |
How you make it when you' re fat, black and you rap whack to the naked ear | |
11 years, and I never even should' ve made it here | |
When you a freak of nature they hate ya | |
Stacks of paper can save you | |
And take the chance that they gave you | |
These major labels will slave you | |
But Trav and N9na, saw a chance to stack they green up | |
Tech' s hittin' first then Kali' s battin' clean up | |
You are something else | |
A record deal, it was summer y' all and sit on the shelf | |
And was sippin' something soapy next to a sexual dismal whelp | |
But only a handful of you follow me and I gotta be godly | |
And how they babble me cause I' m an oddity I can see poverty | |
And I' m left of self, I' m out to lunch, I' m out to dinner | |
I' m the best the world has ever had | |
If you don' t get me, too bad | |
That if | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko | |
Oh my God | |
Oh my goodness | |
This business is so ricockulous | |
The whole industry watchin' us | |
We don' t fit in and if you listen close and dose it in | |
Cause we supposed to be the poster boys | |
The total time of me in this economy | |
I don' t wanna defuse this for coopin' if you' re snoopin' through the sound scan | |
Think I' m floppin' stupid, you sound man | |
But I march to the beat of my own drum | |
And I can only make it so dumb so I' m dancin' by my lonesome | |
Hook |
Feelin' like I want someone to tangle with me | |
The whole wide world don' t know me | |
So my whole label lookin' at me | |
Knowing I' m the GENIUS | |
People lend me a ear I said that I' m the GENIUS | |
Just so I made it clear | |
Came boxin' me, unboxable | |
Top the untoppable | |
Impossible, from more popular we be way more profitable | |
B. E. A. T. obstacles, see me, pay me, gotta get the dough | |
And I wait to the left, I' ve never been a didle | |
So I don' t get the riddles, this had better be all | |
Check, cause I ain' t reached my pinnacle yet | |
And if they too sentimental then jet cause everything up in the way was disrespectful | |
So check for me, I' m the one with the crazy hair | |
Dancin' by myself, you don' t understand me then leave me there | |
Hook: Krizz Kaliko | |
If they don' t understand my music | |
And no one else is dancing to it | |
I' m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
And I' m a little hard to swallow | |
Cause what they do I do not follow | |
I' m dancing with my self | |
Dancing with my self | |
Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko | |
How you make it when you' re fat, black and you rap whack to the naked ear | |
11 years, and I never even should' ve made it here | |
When you a freak of nature they hate ya | |
Stacks of paper can save you | |
And take the chance that they gave you | |
These major labels will slave you | |
But Trav and N9na, saw a chance to stack they green up | |
Tech' s hittin' first then Kali' s battin' clean up | |
You are something else | |
A record deal, it was summer y' all and sit on the shelf | |
And was sippin' something soapy next to a sexual dismal whelp | |
But only a handful of you follow me and I gotta be godly | |
And how they babble me cause I' m an oddity I can see poverty | |
And I' m left of self, I' m out to lunch, I' m out to dinner | |
I' m the best the world has ever had | |
If you don' t get me, too bad | |
That if | |
Hook | |
Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko | |
Oh my God | |
Oh my goodness | |
This business is so ricockulous | |
The whole industry watchin' us | |
We don' t fit in and if you listen close and dose it in | |
Cause we supposed to be the poster boys | |
The total time of me in this economy | |
I don' t wanna defuse this for coopin' if you' re snoopin' through the sound scan | |
Think I' m floppin' stupid, you sound man | |
But I march to the beat of my own drum | |
And I can only make it so dumb so I' m dancin' by my lonesome | |
Hook |