💃🏻 „Don’t fix me!“ | Certified To Dance #music #ailig

Link to track - CERTIFIED TO DANCE    • Certified To Dance   Podcast - CERTIFIED TO DANCE    • #ailig #podcast - CERTIFIED TO DANCE - The...   Check Out the YouTube Artist Channel:    / @ai-lig   Music available on all music streaming services Lyrics: CERTIFIED TO DANCE -------------------------------------------------------------- They say I’ve got a condition… yeah… it’s called rhythm. White walls, ticking clocks, soft shoes walking in square blocks. They say “sit down, stay in line”… but my heartbeat’s off their time. Clipboards talking, nodding slow, “Tell us things we need to know…” I say, “Doc, it’s pretty clear… the problem’s not inside of here.” You call it strange, I call it groove, you write it down, I start to move… I’m certified to dance, can’t keep me in a chair, diagnosed with rhythm and it’s floating in the air. No cure, no plan, no reason to resist, if this is going crazy… I insist. I’m certified to dance, can’t lock me in a line, my feet got their own mind and they don’t follow signs. You call it madness, I call it chance… to break out just to dance. Rubber floors and muted tones, counting steps, counting bones. They say “breathe in, count to ten”… I hear a bassline start again. Nurse walks by, I catch the beat, tap it softly with my feet. She looks twice, I start to grin… I think she’s dancing deep within. You see control, I feel the sound, you stay still, I shake the ground… I’m certified to dance, can’t keep me in a chair, diagnosed with rhythm and it’s floating in the air. No cure, no plan, no reason to resist, if this is going crazy… I insist. I’m certified to dance, can’t lock me in a line, my feet got their own mind and they don’t follow signs. You call it madness, I call it chance… to break out just to dance. They got charts for every move I make, but none for the joy I generate. They got pills for every state of mind… but not for when the groove feels right. And somewhere out beyond these doors, there’s neon lights and shaking floors… you hear that beat? it’s calling me… a better kind of therapy. Doctor says: “Remain calm…” …yeah, good luck with that. I’m certified to dance, and I refuse the cure, this rhythm in my veins is something strong and pure. No rules, no walls, no reason to pretend, this beat is how I bend. I’m certified to dance, no label’s gonna stick, you write me up, I spin around and call it my new trick. You call it madness, I call it art… a funky, dancing heart. If loving this groove is wrong… …don’t fix me.