|
I feel like there is no need for conversation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different |
|
I would rather reveal myself than my situation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different[Verse 1: Joe Budden](Going... going... gone) |
|
Look, look, look... |
|
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em) |
|
So stubborn - |
|
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.(Why?) |
|
An' I follow wherever it take me |
|
Insteada' wherever the crew go like |
|
Traylee.They see distinguished |
|
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius. |
|
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my |
|
Colorado shit (but...) |
|
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look) |
|
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...) |
|
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause |
|
I be the exception(Look) |
|
I got a warm reception way before any song hit |
|
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered(I'm) |
|
Too real ta' be fickle |
|
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle |
|
Too big ta' be belittled. |
|
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild: |
|
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout?[Hook: Shinedown Sample] |
|
I feel like there is no need for conversation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different |
|
I would rather reveal myself than my situation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different[Verse 2: Joe Budden] |
|
Uh, you in that mood yet? |
|
Why not?Look... |
|
They said |
|
I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin' |
|
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'(But..) |
|
I ain't know the meanin'. |
|
They told me go |
|
HollywoodFor a split-second thought |
|
I prolly' could |
|
But pollee on, would |
|
I be understood? |
|
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable |
|
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table. |
|
Tol' me they would take me out my worse |
|
Tol' me "image is everything"(So I...) |
|
Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!) |
|
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on |
|
Hit the scene, make it rain - |
|
I told 'em |
|
I'm already in the storm. |
|
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa) |
|
They tol' me front, |
|
I said what for? (I mean whoa) |
|
Said it again, |
|
I said, fuck y'all! |
|
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes |
|
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes. |
|
They tol' me get in where you fit in - |
|
This is what's in demand now(So I...) |
|
Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out?[Hook: Shinedown Sample] |
|
I feel like there is no need for conversation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different |
|
I would rather reveal myself than my situation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different[Verse 3: Joe Budden] |
|
Naw'mean?Yo... |
|
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's forced 'bout me |
|
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.(Oh!) |
|
I look down upon what some see as a must |
|
Maybe I'm regular an' the |
|
World needs to adjust. |
|
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal |
|
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson. |
|
I'll leave the past in the past, |
|
Tomorrow's not promised |
|
An' Today's just a gift, |
|
I guess that's why it's the present. |
|
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick |
|
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.(But I!) |
|
Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless |
|
When you a star you already down wit' |
|
The Joneses. |
|
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...) |
|
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd |
|
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll plan out (why?)' |
|
Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample] |
|
I feel like there is no need for conversation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different |
|
I would rather reveal myself than my situation |
|
I wonder if the things |
|
I did were just to be different |
