text: Woke up this morning, feeling myself
  Hungover as hell like 2012, fuck it
  We get it that youve been through a lot of shit
  But lifes a bitch, so come on, shake your tits and fuck it
  Whats a girl to do? Whats a girl to do?
  Youre the party girl, youre the tragedy
  But the funny things Im fucking everything
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Hey, I dont do that
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Dont circumcise my circumstance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  So, the internet called and it wants you back
  But could you kinda rap and not be so sad? Fuck it
  Whats a girl to do? Whats a girl to do?
  Everybody, get out your nasty moves
  So lets talk some shit and pour some booze, fuck it
  Whats a girl to do? Is this what you want? Fuck you
  Youre the party girl, youre the tragedy
  But the funny things Im fucking everything
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Hey, I dont do that
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Dont circumcise my circumstance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  I dont owe em nothing, maybe I owe everything
  Grateful for the lovers and even the haters
  I feel like Im nothing; somedays, I am everything
  Caught up in my feelings; bitch, shut up and sing
  Ooh
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Hey, I dont do that 
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  Dont circumcise my circumstance
  Hey, I dont do that dance
  I only do my own dance
  Hey, I dont do that dance 
  Hey, I dont do that 
  Hey, I dont do that dance 
  I only do my own dance
  Hey, I dont do that dance 
  Dont circumcise my circumstance
  Hey, I dont do that dance 
  I only do my own dance