Antisocial

How come I'm just so antisocial
Why don't I just feel like I'm supposed to
I know that they don't know about the things that I been going through
But if it keeps on going on
Don't know what I'm gone do
How come I'm just so antisocial
Why don't I just feel like I'm supposed to
I know that they don't know about the things that I been going through
But if it keeps on going on
Don't know what I'm gone do

I don't know
How come you just had to go
Now I know I really know
Never changed
Put that on my soul
My soul
My soul
I could see this shit with a blindfold
I done came up from the darkest place
So fuck all of that talking man
Get up out my face
I don't really care about
Nothing that they got to say
Remember digging through trash with my mama now
I count racks and I do what I wanna now
And I could run it up
But I would rather run it back
Cause they say time is money but I could get my money back
And they say imma fuck up
Baby, I can't fumble that
And that's Snapple facts
Yeah yeah oh

It's Young Richman and I'm bout to blow woah
They talking down but I know they don't know
I'm really gone get it
Off the mother fucking dome
They gone try to get me down but baby I'm just going home
I don't care about what they say to me
They just playing with me
But I might spray it baby
Would it be worse if I didn't say nun
But there's nothing more than demons I can run away from
Tryna make a million for my mama
Tryna talk down on my name
I'm bout to come up, yeah
Yeah it's Young Richman
Turned young stunting yeah
Tryna talk down man I'm really bout to

How come I'm just so Antisocial
Why don't I just feel like I'm supposed to
I know that they don't know about the things that I been going through
But if it keeps on going on
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I done came up from the darkest place
So fuck all that talk get up out my face



Credits
Writer(s): Gerrit Richman
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