Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The One About the Misfit, artist - Marty. Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Song language: English
The One About the Misfit |
| Wastin' my twenties on this God thing |
| It’s what they tell me, like they wanna make my mind change |
| God saves, just don’t question His time frame |
| Supreme hoodie, pull the strings to cover my face |
| I been treatin' these planes like it’s a bed |
| Missin' birthdays and Facetimin' instead |
| I lie about what I do when they ask me |
| Sometimes I think my family is happier without me, me |
| I haven’t been myself in weeks now |
| I’m runnin' by myself in these streets now |
| No apologies for bein' me now |
| Only makin' songs if I’m killin' every beat now |
| I never live by the compliments |
| Twenty-seven, unmarried, still livin' at my father’s place |
| I promise to take care of them when I get rich |
| These record execs look like Harvey Dents |
| It’s a new era of the misfit |
| Everything switched, rather be happy than get rich |
| And growin' up, to me, is like a death wish |
| Gave my purity away, I wish I woulda kept it |
| Only makin' songs that I like |
| Instagram isn’t real, it’s just highlights |
| And rappers talkin' crazy about my life |
| When I see them in person it’s, «Whaddup?», high five |
| They like, «Why you make these silly songs?» |
| Cause I’m bored of everything that my city does |
| I don’t make songs for the radio |
| Cause I don’t talk about pretty women and dealin' drugs |
| So shoutout to suburbia |
| If you’re ain’t from here, chances are we never heard of ya |
| It’s like I was raised in the old school |
| Where haters talk about you like they know you, you |
| I probly shoulda died in '02 |
| Labels sayin' that we killin' things, I’m like, «Oh, shoot!» |
| I’m 'posed to, I’m goin' postal |
| And if you need some dope music we the go to |
| The Social Club boys are in the buildin' |
| Dad’s Puerto Rican and my mom’s side’s Sicilian |
| Which means when I’m talkin' they assume that I’m yellin' |
| I wanna shift culture for all my independents |
| This is the land of the free |
| Anti-Christian celebrity |
| Those bright lights weren’t meant for me |
| My God’s not dead and He still reigns supreme |
| Close my eyes, I see stadiums |
| Performin' when nobody was payin' 'em |
| Thank God his parents never stopped prayin' for 'em |
| The world didn’t understand him, so instead they hated on 'em |
| The misfit |