| I feel out of place, I feel so out of place
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| Maybe I belong somewhere in outer space
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| The way I’m often alienated daily and hated by earthlings
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| I know acknowledging my worth stings, my mama birthed kings
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| Yet I get treated just the opposite
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| Despite I’m either out of this world or sitting on top of it
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| I’m just being who I am but can they say the same?
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| Or do they stay ashamed
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| Cause they eyes denies a greater flame?
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| I see why now they don’t include me
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| I used to let that rude be-haviour set the wrong attitude free
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| Then I thought I could be alienated because I’m special
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| Nestled in a celestial body, a godly vessel
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| For some I know that’s probably stressful for them to wrestle
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| With the idea, once they put it together like Ikea
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| Cause I see a bit of jealousy and envy when they pretend we
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| Friends with secret plans to offend me
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| Lately I ain’t been gettin' no sleep
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| See my homies in the street and the niggas don’t speak
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| Oh I’m
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| So alienated, alienated
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| Lately I been on my own low-key
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| I don’t think nobody in this world knows me
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| Oh I’m
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| So alienated, alienated
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| See in my past life I could’ve been a quasar off the radar
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| For now, I been sleeping inside of Jaycar
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| Waking up while curious neighbours peep through their windows
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| It’s why I always pen flows in hopes I’ll land on my ten toes
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| I wipe the cold from my eyes then I peel
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| So I can steal the WiFi where you apply fries with your meal
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| Download some tracks then I park somewhere on the block and dip
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| Hair hangs out my skully, jeans are faded and the pocket’s ripped
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| Out in the burbs so I get strange looks
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| While I think of concepts, write verses, arrange hooks
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| Down side streets where houses are enormous
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| I pray one day I’ll afford it and that I’ll find inspiration to keep moving
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| forward
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| Until I stumble into someone that truly makes me feel
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| Out of place
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| Maybe I belong somewhere in outer space
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| Mingling with the stars, getting some sun
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| Catching some electromagnetic waves, that would be fun
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| Lately I ain’t been gettin' no sleep
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| See my homies in the street and the niggas don’t speak
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| Oh I’m
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| So alienated, alienated
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| Lately I been on my own low-key
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| I don’t think nobody in this world knows me
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| Oh I’m
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| So alienated, alienated
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| Well fuck it then, I’ll leave the planet
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| I’ll hijack a rocket and probly won’t even land it
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| Until I’m light years away from moving fast pace to a speedier power
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| After stopping I’m tryna hop in a meteor shower
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| Get dressed, but there won’t be no time to unwind
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| I’ll be busy either moonwalking or walking on sunshine
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| While my chain hang over me dips
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| Down to the sun so when it swings it’s like a solar eclipse
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| Which makes me start writing bars, lighting cigars
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| Off planet Mars flicking' ashes, you would call falling stars
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| All year round, June to June
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| I wanna say I sat on Saturn, murked Mercury and mooned the moon
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| Uh, who’s this on my phone? |
| Uh huh, hey, what’s up? |
| What’s good?
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| Hold on, let me leave outta here cause I can’t really hear whatchu saying.
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| Hold up
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| Yo what’s good? |
| Naw I’m in the studio, what’s up? |
| Oh really? |
| OK.
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| You want me to come over like soon as I’m done? |
| Aight, bet I’ll be over there.
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| No doubt |