- B.O.B E.T. 歌词
- B.O.B
- Like I don't belong
I feel like I don't belong
Like I don't belong
Like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
I guess, I'm speaking in
Different languages than y'all
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
I step into the Hall of Fame
And put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michael Angelo
Painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix
While they play the guitar
Never had friends but me
And Franklin was dawgs
Somewhere between insane and famous
Guess my brain's a little off
I'm in the b-b-basement
Havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I pays for hours
Hit the fuckin' vapourisin' cough
Kill everything I see
And leave behind a mountain of chalk
I took the hand that I was dealt
And made a house out of cards
You can't compare me to anyone
Swag on every offical one
Blowin' purple crop circles
Pack is loud as a intercom
Anti-gravity moon suit
Went from who are you to
Chillin' with the who's who
Paranoid of more than
Story-tales in science fiction
Sleepin' with a fat burner like
I'm tryna watch my figure
Wanna cut me out the picture
Get some bigger scissors
I-I-I stop shittin' on these niggas
But I never been a quitter
Yeah, so join the B.o.B. hate fence
I would say "Fuck you"
But I practise in safe sex
Signin' off, young Jedi on the red out
Rap god, I should
Have my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands)
Like I don't belong
I feel like I don't belong
Like I don't belong
Like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial
Oh my god, it's the martian
Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans
It must be the shoes
The stars in the sky won't start 'em
Far from the norm'
Bitch I'm Norman Bates aqua
But nothing's far fetched
When a under-dog's barkin'
But they could get checked
If I don't sign my goon's forge it
I don't phone home, I phone homies
And catch you at your home
With your homies, spoil a moment
Extra-extra-terrestrial
Extra clips, extra bitch
Homie I don't fear shit
Like excision, neck a twist
Gettin' high on extra shit
With extra kick to kick my ass
And after I put all bullshit to the side
I lick my hands from
A different world's Dwayne Wayne
Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane
'Cause I be on that Merry
I don't fuck with plain Jane
Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T
Eyes on my kneecaps
Don't look up knee deep
All I do is fallback
Smoke kush and keep seeds
Swallow 'em with some water
Cut myself and bleed weed
Having trouble bein' human
Let alone a human being
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)
I feel without no understandin'
That will be my own fear
And they don't understand me
I know I don't belong here Tunch
Like I don't belong
I feel like I don't belong
Like I don't belong
Like a extra-terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial
Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial
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