Eh-eh eh-eh eh-eh-eh-eh
I was too rap for my rock friends
And too rock for my rap friends
Back then
I never went enough track for the jocks (?)
I never rocked enough black for the goths (?)
So hello man, I wasn't in the commercial
I'm the parallelogram that didn't fit into the circle
I was undefined like the slow bubble vertical line
I'm who they doubted when they heard he could rhyme
But can't stress the enormity of not conformity (?)
And how importantly it played in the meeting of? (?)
Songs for the underdogs
Raps for the outcast
Blending in with everyone
Spose isn't about that
Falling in line never sounded fun to me
So I march to the beat of my own drum machine
I found my rythm even if I didn't fit in
If you didn't get the vision when I spit it
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
From you
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
Fuck you
Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
'til the day I die
And if I change
Will the cycle stay the same (?)
I can because it's my life
Ayup, ayup
I got no usual rapper story
Don't fit in no category
Don't give me no labels (eh-eh)
I used to store the guitars
I put all big words in my bars
And somehow put food on the table (Aha, aha)
And I know noone else
Who got the same taste as myself
Homie, I don't care if you get me
And I don't fit in no group
If you were to sit in the coup (?)
You'd see I got weasers (?) and?
You'd see I like rock star, rap sweet
Alt-dog (?), black sheet
I've always been a little bit different
Been in the left field, too weird,
Black nails, blue hair
I never fit the description
So get a light (?) and go on buy a lamp
Kickin' with me outside the venn diagram (Eh! Spizzy!)
I found my rythm even if I didn't fit in
If you didn't get the vision when I spit it
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
From you
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
Fuck you
Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
'til the day I die
And if I change
Will the cycle stay the same (?)
I can because it's my life
It's my life (My life)
So hang me if I'm ordinary
Go right my orbituary
And hang me from the cementary gates
You see, I just want to be remembered
As that spark, that burning amber
That made it through the cold December night
Oooooh-uh-oh
Oh-uh-oh-uh-ooooooh-uh-oooh
Oh-uh-oh-uh-ooooooh-uh-oooh
Ooh-oh-oh
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
From you
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
Fuck you
Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
'til the day I die
And if I change
Will the cycle stay the same (?)
I can because it's my life (My life)
I can't stress the enormity of not conformity (?)
And how importantly it played in the meeting of? (?)
Songs for the underdogs
Raps for the outcast
Blending in with everyone
Spose isn't about that
Falling in line never sounded fun to me
So I march to the beat of my own drum machine
I found my rythm even if I didn't fit in
If you didn't get the vision when I spit it
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
I'm a little different
From you
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
And if you don't like that
Fuck you
Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
Imma-Imma be me
'til the day I die
And if I change
Will the cycle stay the same (?)
I can because it's my life
So hang me if I'm ordinary
Go right my orbituary
And hang me from the cementary gates

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