| Woke up in the cell, where am I at?
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| Yeah, it’s cold, but I like that
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| What, am I trapped?
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| Heart’s beating out of my chest
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| Door’s locked, but the keys are in my hands
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| Hm, yeah, that’s weird, it doesn’t make sense, does it?
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| I make songs, I don’t make friends, judge me
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| Might smile, but it ain’t that funny
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| Sing along to the pain, they love it
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| Life’s like a merry-go-round
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| And I’m still tryna figure it out
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| I like space I don’t fit in the crowds
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| My whole life I’ve been airin' it out
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| Oh, I’m gettin' into character now
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| Feels wrong, but it feels right
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| My feelings seal tight real nice
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| But I will fight anything to win
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| But I’m not Mike Tyson, I won’t bite ya'
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| But I will tell you if I don’t like you
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| I am not the norm
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| I got my own shoes, I ain’t tryna fit in yours
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| I never been married, but I’ve felt divorced
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| Hi, I’m Nate, have we met before
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| Somebody told you I was wack? |
| Check the source
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| Somebody told you I was back? |
| Yes, of course
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| You got a problem with the fans? |
| There’s the door
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| You lookin' for the old me? |
| Check the morgue, ah!
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| Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better
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| Ain’t no tellin' what’ll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans
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| together
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| Same style, but the songs are better
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| Been a year and a half, feels like it’s gone forever
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| Ain’t no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin'
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| Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running
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| My thoughts are funny, it feels like I’m on to something, yeah
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| I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds
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| I kinda like it up here, I’m not comin' down
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| I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds
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| Which is kinda confusin' I know, been that way since a child
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| They laughin', they tell me I’ll never get out
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| I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else
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| I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein' myself
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| So I guess for now
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I guess I’ll be the outcast
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| Yeah, I guess I don’t fit the mold of rap
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| 'Cause I’m respectin' women
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| «I heard your record, I was laughin at it»
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| Maybe they would like me more if I got a little graphic with it
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| Nah, I don’t wanna blend in with you little rappin' idiots, I’d rather be the
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| outcast
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| I ain’t never puttin' out trash
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| I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue
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| I always put the money where my mouth’s at, ah!
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| Feels good to be here now
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| I’m a weird person with a weird crowd
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| What, you don’t like that?
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| That’s cool, that’s great, that’s fine, okay, you can leave now
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| Got a weird smile, but I like it though
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| I paint it on me and I’m walkin' to the microphone
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| And put the caution tape around me like I did in Intro I, yeah!
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| Yeah, they got me reminiscin' now!
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| You done know I’m 'bout to go mad
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| Never wanted something so bad
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| Goosebumps through the whole track
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| Ain’t no way I’m gonna hold back
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| Got me thinkin' that I’m cookin' in a meth lab
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| I don’t blow it up in front of my own eyes
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| You look a little lost, you ain’t get that?
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| Comin' from a town where nobody is a rapper
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| Guess I never get the memo, must’ve missed that
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| Wow!
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| Here I go in my feelings again, I can feel it again
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| So I lay in my bed, in my cell with the pen
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| And I dwell on my sins, I keep wonderin' when
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| Time to open the doors, they don’t know who I am
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| But I pick up the keys and I put on my Timbs
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| And I stare at the locks and the tat on my skin
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| And I think to myself, «I don’t wanna fit in»
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| I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds
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| I kinda like it up here, I’m not comin' down
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| I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds
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| Which is kinda confusin', I know, been that way since a child
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| They laughin', they tell me I’ll never get out
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| I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else
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| I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein' myself
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| So I guess for now
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| Yeah, I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I guess I’ll be the outcast
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| Yeah, tryna focus
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| Take a knife to my head then I cut it open
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| Take my brain, put it on the floor tryna figure out my motives
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| Y’all thought I was an issue when the door was locked
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| Nah, you should see me when the door opens |
| Every night I can hear voices
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| Put a camera in my face, might turn Joker like I’m Mike Posner
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| Always been a little complex
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| Difficult to process
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| Some of y’all wanna sit around and try to pick apart my bars
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| Here’s some lines you could dissect:
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| If I’ma die, I’ma die givin' everything that I have
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| Take a deep breath, I don’t need y’all’s respect
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| I’m a reject kid at recess playin' games with his make-believe friends
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| Yeah, I don’t ever take a night off
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| Lights off in the room and I write songs
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| I might fall into my thoughts once in a while when the mic’s off
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| You ain’t ever seen no drive like mine, better hop outta my car
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| I’m about to unlock my doors
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| You ain’t got a seat belt on, better find one
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| Gettin' sick of people tellin' me to smile more
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| T.S. |
| was a chapter I’ll never forget, it was therapy for me
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| But it’s time to turn the page now
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| Hey, shut up! |
| I’m tryna tell 'em my story!
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| I’m sorry, I wasn’t yellin' at y’all, I was talkin' to the voices
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| I rip out the drums of the industry’s ears for tryin' to ignore me and playin'
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| while singin' this chorus
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I guess I’ll be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I’ll just be the outcast
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| I guess I’ll be the outcast |