Been a freak since Creep Still a man from down the street That they do not wanna meet, show my teeth and leave you weak I don't need no breeze, I don't need no sun I don't need no money, I don't need no one Bitch, my time has just been begun, non that I've done can't get redone Talking them guns, are they for fun? Where I'm from they lose them young 100 rifles in the kitchen, foam cooler in the truck They get fucked up and bang, like their time is almost done Drink click-clack, then they drop you down Think they cute, think they making new sounds Got payed, and they think they're cool now But that's obligatory, nothing new now
Used to this shit
Thinking you hard, I've got news for you bitch You're new to this shit Reaching for me and you're losing a limb Bitch, I'm used to this shit
Rewind, eject, send it back On a hill with a Map in my lap Trace roads with my finger, where they at Walk the world like I woke up just like that From this far down, they look just like ants So far from my home I stand Insignificance, in-admission when I see the roads at first glance