All that I've got left is spite
But bitch it's something
Baked in my own sadness
Stuck my head right in the oven
But I would not die
My engine kept on running
Back to life so run it back
I back it up a couple times like
Fuck people who are too scared to dance
I move my hips and it's a trance
I resurrect myself in Vans and t-shirts
Sweaty with the answer's just a body moving
Stupid simple, smiles kiss my cheeks with dimples
And I'm human
Lose yourself
There is no self to be lost
And there is no cost to free expression
But the loss of reputation
In an age of information
Your brand might be your salvation
Or your end
Bring it down low
If you've got the knees do it slow
Then you rock it steady
Grip your thighs
Wind your waist then do it twice
Focus on your other's eyes
They could be your anchor
Or demise tonight
I'm so done with fighting for my value
I've been treated so much less than fellow
Called a friend then left to fallow
Fuck you all stay focused on my fatty bouncing
Over to my own drum sounding
Louder than your ounce of grounding
Lose yourself
There is no self to be lost
And there is no cost to free expression
But the loss of reputation
In an age of information
Your brand might be your salvation
Or your end
So let it end
And then you begin again
If you let go of your image
Some will fade out to a dimming
But you'll be left fuller, brimming
With the people who are
Committing where it counts
Count like 5-6-7-8
Or don't fuck all that math
Feel it in your feet your gut
It knows you've got a path
There is a way out
And it's called now
Safe in the moment
Here's your breath and
Here are your arms
You've gotta let them hold you
Mmmm