Doing Dances

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Turn that down a lil bit Uh, uh, uh, uh Can I hear myself just a little bit more Yeah Are you recording? [?} looks stupid in here Uh [Verse 1] Campaigning over this shit here, promoting myself Travel at a speed where I'm a ghost of myself Headed down to Florida to approach myself Making love in the Bahamas, getting close to myself Send a kite to Ghana, tryna focus myself Getting high off the ganja to provoke myself Blinded by the diamond, many loathe myself At times, I, too, am blinded, tryna notice myself Looking over myself Lost in daydreams, in the mirror, tryna sober myself Back to reality, the motive is the wealth Gotta feed Amiyah, gotta mold her myself, man That's what I told myself There's no help, independent village, everybody goes for self Searching for the answers that I hold within myself Except for Martis, for the role model, I chose myself Now [Hook] I'm in the spotlight, just doing my dance Median was last spotted somewhere doing his dance Maintaining, baby, doing my dance Median, I gotta get it so I'm doing my dance Catch me somewhere just doing my dance If you miss me, I was probably somewhere doing my dance Just playing the cut and doing my dance, man Doing my dance, man, I'm just doing my dance [Verse 2] I know you love me, it's the gift from within My niggas feel the spirit everytime I spit at him They can feel it in their skin Hellraising, giving niggas chills when the [?] starts to build When my spirit starts to wield My thoughts into existence, the fetish of my heart just for the listener I can't explain it Then again, through rhythm, I'm making a fine statement of my art's heart containment In real time, allowing those with listening eyes To hear mine, and I did it just to kill time Just to fill mine, til it run em over Just to spill mine over, til it's drunken from the floor (Yes yes) [Hook] {Verse 3] Blinded by the diamond, many loathe myself At times, I, too, am blinded, tryna notice myself As I send a kite to Ghana, tryna focus myself Getting high off the ganja to provoke myself Headed down to Florida to approach myself Making love in the Bahamas, getting close to myself Campaigning over this shit here, promoting myself Travel at a speed where I'm a ghost of myself But I know it's myself Game pimping niggas, til I almost started hoeing myself The hold that I'm [?}, plus the role of myself We make our own games, playing controller myself I should be coaching myself, no question J-Lizzy for the Justus, gunpowder musket iddish So 9th Wonder, if you feel me, hit me once (A-break-a-one, a-break-a-two) Yup, yup, doing dances now {Hook]