P.O.S. - Weird Friends (We Don't Even live Here)

I ain't like ya'll, I'm into weird shit
I'm in the back getting weird with my weird friends
Hugging the bass line, Hopin' you feel this
And these rhymes ain't tight, they are terrorish
And that girl's not white, she's an anarchist
And we float like kites through your turbulence
Born our throats slit
Self-stitched raised to aim over it
Soldier with no king
War with the war on me
I am more than this world lets me be
So I be like a beast
Let em bleed
Let me see through the fear man
I don't even live here!
Self taught
Wrong
Barrel on no kings y'all come along
We never trying to be the best at some bullshit
Naw let the rest crawl
I'mma get out right now

This world's got a whole lot of locked doors
We decided not to live here anymore
Find a way to trade tragic for savage
We insist on a life less average
This world's got a whole lot of locked doors
We decided not to live here anymore
Picked though the norm
Didn't fit
Didn't stick to the script
Didn't care
We don't even live here

We ain't like them, we into weird shit
Me and my friends disappear when the lights hit
Roach wag, same kinda path
Stash no crap trying to gag in your Coach bag
For laughs, something about your money
Trust no rich folks empty out the tummy on your math
That's how I feel about that
Back to that good old fashioned class warfare
Ain't enough, and the cash got the young punks
Stab any rapper and laugh when he piss blood
So human, all flawed
Found my world trying to test those odds
Best flows chose for the wreck not the rep
When the set's done no one's up next
And no one's upset
And no one holds breath anymore, right?
Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick
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