Wierd

All I trusted was my instinct to fit in Redirected my personal opinion just to fit in How could I fit in? When I know there are unheard voices Creeping the back of my brain scary noises Well that’s weird Am still a man with no beard Small nigga never been fared Lyrically illiterate With a few lines and bars I try to be legitimate Just plaining to be a million dollar rolling stone Giving away my contacts to everyone So that I can also get the chance to hang up the phone That ain’t true Killing bees at the bee heave that ain’t poo I was never gangster but I can project the knowledge Word