Noself

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