Outsider
Well, I guess I should start out by pouring my heart out
So I don't know why I seem so emo
But sometimes I can't tell the demons from the people
And it ain't like rap life matters
When this heart beat drops there ain't no blood that splatters
You think you can see through me
It's just a refraction
While I see myself in broken mirrors
Fighting for some fucking satisfaction
Like we could be happy or something
But it only comes when you never seen it coming
Like I'm staring out at nothing and a little kid starts running
Oh I crack a smile and I start humming
A theme song to a fucking show from the 80's
But nobody cares and you probably think I'm crazy
But there's freedom in a break from the logic
Between birth and autoerotic asphyxiation in a closet
If I had a chorus I'd sing it in the bathtub without even thinking
While I cried my eyes dry and gave in to the sinking
Yeah, cuz I'm broken
Everything you're doing doesn't mean that much to me
I'm just trying to be the me I always want to be
You say you want a revolution, that's 360 degrees
You're living life in circles instead of living free
Oh no no no no no no
Fuck a catharsis
I'm couching through this lethargy
Till I fall off the sofa like my furniture's got leprosy
No future for me in being petty but fuck it I'll take it
Me talk pretty someday even though I'm pretty vacant
I'm just being loquacious
Yeah, I got room to talk shit
These fucking assholes are spacious
Man for what it's worth
My plan is to fall of a flat earth into a black hearse
And die while I'm dry docking a wet nurse
Cuz bro I'm supposed to
Float over beats like Wingardium Leviosa
Tuh, with regards to this rap shit
My aim is just to get famous enough
To fuck Taylor Swift in the anus and stuff
Till she's broken
Everything you're doing doesn't mean that much to me
I'm just trying to be the me I always want to be
You say you want a revolution, that's 360 degrees
You're living life in circles instead of living free
Oh no no no no no no
Yeah maybe I'm a fuck up born shoveling bull
And climbing too high gets me kicked down the hole
Or whatever you call it
If I had money for a beer I think I'd be an alcoholic
But baby I'm a problem solver
So why drown in a drink when you can buy a revolver
And run around this downward spiral
Fuck looking for a cure
I'm a sick mind trying to go viral and open a portal
If I die in your eyes, in your mind I'm immortal
What's a revolution
It's just some disorder
I ain't crazy just borderline begging for a quarter
Standing here plotting
And if you don't got it I'm grabbing all I'm allotted
All I could save
I've been hoping for old age to fuck the world in a grave
Yeah, I'm so depraved I'll take a hit while you're smoking
Closed minds got me on the front line bleeding
But at least I'll die open
I never got the glue you got child
So don't tell me to smile while I'm standing here broken
While I'm standing here broken
While I'm fucking standing here
So I don't know why I seem so emo
But sometimes I can't tell the demons from the people
And it ain't like rap life matters
When this heart beat drops there ain't no blood that splatters
You think you can see through me
It's just a refraction
While I see myself in broken mirrors
Fighting for some fucking satisfaction
Like we could be happy or something
But it only comes when you never seen it coming
Like I'm staring out at nothing and a little kid starts running
Oh I crack a smile and I start humming
A theme song to a fucking show from the 80's
But nobody cares and you probably think I'm crazy
But there's freedom in a break from the logic
Between birth and autoerotic asphyxiation in a closet
If I had a chorus I'd sing it in the bathtub without even thinking
While I cried my eyes dry and gave in to the sinking
Yeah, cuz I'm broken
Everything you're doing doesn't mean that much to me
I'm just trying to be the me I always want to be
You say you want a revolution, that's 360 degrees
You're living life in circles instead of living free
Oh no no no no no no
Fuck a catharsis
I'm couching through this lethargy
Till I fall off the sofa like my furniture's got leprosy
No future for me in being petty but fuck it I'll take it
Me talk pretty someday even though I'm pretty vacant
I'm just being loquacious
Yeah, I got room to talk shit
These fucking assholes are spacious
Man for what it's worth
My plan is to fall of a flat earth into a black hearse
And die while I'm dry docking a wet nurse
Cuz bro I'm supposed to
Float over beats like Wingardium Leviosa
Tuh, with regards to this rap shit
My aim is just to get famous enough
To fuck Taylor Swift in the anus and stuff
Till she's broken
Everything you're doing doesn't mean that much to me
I'm just trying to be the me I always want to be
You say you want a revolution, that's 360 degrees
You're living life in circles instead of living free
Oh no no no no no no
Yeah maybe I'm a fuck up born shoveling bull
And climbing too high gets me kicked down the hole
Or whatever you call it
If I had money for a beer I think I'd be an alcoholic
But baby I'm a problem solver
So why drown in a drink when you can buy a revolver
And run around this downward spiral
Fuck looking for a cure
I'm a sick mind trying to go viral and open a portal
If I die in your eyes, in your mind I'm immortal
What's a revolution
It's just some disorder
I ain't crazy just borderline begging for a quarter
Standing here plotting
And if you don't got it I'm grabbing all I'm allotted
All I could save
I've been hoping for old age to fuck the world in a grave
Yeah, I'm so depraved I'll take a hit while you're smoking
Closed minds got me on the front line bleeding
But at least I'll die open
I never got the glue you got child
So don't tell me to smile while I'm standing here broken
While I'm standing here broken
While I'm fucking standing here
Credits
Writer(s): Leon Mcconnell
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