Lyrics Black Sheep - Rare Americans

Black Sheep

I’m what you call a black sheep
Always happy, I know
You can’t control a black sheep
This is how we, we roll
Fuck getting lucky who do you think is making real money
Signing shitty deals soaked in honey
Write a formulaic tune, make it original and cool
We don’t give a fuck about your goddamned rules
Maybe we’re drinking our own kool-aid
Blinders on, thinking that a lot of our shit is great
48 on the 50 man list, trying to earn a spot
They say «I don’t hear hits!»
You won’t stop me
You won’t stop me
I’ll get up even if you drop me
You won’t stop me
You won’t stop me
I’ll get up even if you knock me out
We want nerves
We don’t sing about indulgence or partying
We’re the black sheep
We’re the black sheep
And if you don’t like it, axe me
Can’t control a black sheep
This is how we, we roll
I’m thinking like a black sheep
Should I stay home?
Should I go?
Break up songs, top playlists
It’s all about making hits, hits, hits
Tabloid drama, stage risks
Contractual relationships
Who’s who in this fucking zoo
Better question, can I trust any of you?
We don’t care what people say
We’re always gonna do shit our way
C’mon, what’d you expect?
You won’t stop me
You won’t stop me
I’ll get up even if you drop me
You won’t stop me
You won’t stop me
I’ll get up even if you knock me out
We want nerves
We don’t sing about indulgence or partying
We’re the black sheep
We’re the black sheep
And if you don’t like it, axe me