One day somethin gonn be different or not
People gonn be askin shit or they won't
Simple things be cool and vague shit be rot
Flowers puttin on my stone say a lot
I'll cruise around be steaming b's won't get caught
If I would I simply bail myself cuz heaven a slut
Or if I end up in this other place my bitches get hot
Find my seat next to the devil, sippin poison what not
That's aight,
I don't deserve a f*cking piece of my mind
Yeah I'm tight
I'm hella stubborn gonna stare at the sun till I'm blind
Just a useful excuse all I am
Just an alien finding my jam
I'm sick of listening sounds like poetry slam
So far so good in this illusion I ain't built for dat glam
Yeah I'm so cheap I play it oldskool "yes mam"
But even with my pretty eyes it's not like they give a damn
Everyone seems to be hardcore
They been thru a lot still they want more
I'm slightly different kinda hate it I get sore
I'm the kinda always thinking what the f*ck is it good for
Where the f*ck is my next score
Or why the f*ck am I the only one find it dat bore
Why I gotta be this f*cking guy playing dat role I was running and then crawled
The other way around is up my alley I met all
The mothaf*ckas having blast cuz they just learned how to play ball
Just a useful excuse all I am
Just an alien finding my jam
I'm sick of listening sounds like poetry slam
So far so good in this illusion I ain't built for dat glam
Yeah I'm so cheap I play it oldskool "yes mam"
But even with my pretty eyes it's not like they give a damn