Dancin' With Myself

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]

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 ranger 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]