Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outcast, artist - NF. Album song Perception, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Record label: Capitol Records;
Song language: English
Outcast |
Woke up in the cell, where am I at? |
Yeah, it’s cold, but I like that |
What, am I trapped? |
Heart’s beating out of my chest |
Door’s locked, but the keys are in my hands |
Hm, yeah, that’s weird, it doesn’t make sense, does it? |
I make songs, I don’t make friends, judge me |
Might smile, but it ain’t that funny |
Sing along to the pain, they love it |
Life’s like a merry-go-round |
And I’m still tryna figure it out |
I like space I don’t fit in the crowds |
My whole life I’ve been airin' it out |
Oh, I’m gettin' into character now |
Feels wrong, but it feels right |
My feelings seal tight real nice |
But I will fight anything to win |
But I’m not Mike Tyson, I won’t bite ya' |
But I will tell you if I don’t like you |
I am not the norm |
I got my own shoes, I ain’t tryna fit in yours |
I never been married, but I’ve felt divorced |
Hi, I’m Nate, have we met before |
Somebody told you I was wack? |
Check the source |
Somebody told you I was back? |
Yes, of course |
You got a problem with the fans? |
There’s the door |
You lookin' for the old me? |
Check the morgue, ah! |
Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better |
Ain’t no tellin' what’ll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans |
together |
Same style, but the songs are better |
Been a year and a half, feels like it’s gone forever |
Ain’t no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin' |
Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running |
My thoughts are funny, it feels like I’m on to something, yeah |
I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds |
I kinda like it up here, I’m not comin' down |
I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds |
Which is kinda confusin' I know, been that way since a child |
They laughin', they tell me I’ll never get out |
I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else |
I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein' myself |
So I guess for now |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I guess I’ll be the outcast |
Yeah, I guess I don’t fit the mold of rap |
'Cause I’m respectin' women |
«I heard your record, I was laughin at it» |
Maybe they would like me more if I got a little graphic with it |
Nah, I don’t wanna blend in with you little rappin' idiots, I’d rather be the |
outcast |
I ain’t never puttin' out trash |
I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue |
I always put the money where my mouth’s at, ah! |
Feels good to be here now |
I’m a weird person with a weird crowd |
What, you don’t like that? |
That’s cool, that’s great, that’s fine, okay, you can leave now |
Got a weird smile, but I like it though |
I paint it on me and I’m walkin' to the microphone |
And put the caution tape around me like I did in Intro I, yeah! |
Yeah, they got me reminiscin' now! |
You done know I’m 'bout to go mad |
Never wanted something so bad |
Goosebumps through the whole track |
Ain’t no way I’m gonna hold back |
Got me thinkin' that I’m cookin' in a meth lab |
I don’t blow it up in front of my own eyes |
You look a little lost, you ain’t get that? |
Comin' from a town where nobody is a rapper |
Guess I never get the memo, must’ve missed that |
Wow! |
Here I go in my feelings again, I can feel it again |
So I lay in my bed, in my cell with the pen |
And I dwell on my sins, I keep wonderin' when |
Time to open the doors, they don’t know who I am |
But I pick up the keys and I put on my Timbs |
And I stare at the locks and the tat on my skin |
And I think to myself, «I don’t wanna fit in» |
I’m high off the music, my head’s in the clouds |
I kinda like it up here, I’m not comin' down |
I’d rather be alone, I am not good in crowds |
Which is kinda confusin', I know, been that way since a child |
They laughin', they tell me I’ll never get out |
I’m just tryna be me, I am nobody else |
I don’t care what you think, I’m just bein' myself |
So I guess for now |
Yeah, I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I guess I’ll be the outcast |
Yeah, tryna focus |
Take a knife to my head then I cut it open |
Take my brain, put it on the floor tryna figure out my motives |
Y’all thought I was an issue when the door was locked |
Nah, you should see me when the door opens |
Every night I can hear voices |
Put a camera in my face, might turn Joker like I’m Mike Posner |
Always been a little complex |
Difficult to process |
Some of y’all wanna sit around and try to pick apart my bars |
Here’s some lines you could dissect: |
If I’ma die, I’ma die givin' everything that I have |
Take a deep breath, I don’t need y’all’s respect |
I’m a reject kid at recess playin' games with his make-believe friends |
Yeah, I don’t ever take a night off |
Lights off in the room and I write songs |
I might fall into my thoughts once in a while when the mic’s off |
You ain’t ever seen no drive like mine, better hop outta my car |
I’m about to unlock my doors |
You ain’t got a seat belt on, better find one |
Gettin' sick of people tellin' me to smile more |
T.S. |
was a chapter I’ll never forget, it was therapy for me |
But it’s time to turn the page now |
Hey, shut up! |
I’m tryna tell 'em my story! |
I’m sorry, I wasn’t yellin' at y’all, I was talkin' to the voices |
I rip out the drums of the industry’s ears for tryin' to ignore me and playin' |
while singin' this chorus |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I guess I’ll be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I’ll just be the outcast |
I guess I’ll be the outcast |