Perfection is my only option, fact is, I don't belong, I'm writing these songs with passion I was taught that listeners would attack this The only chance I'm given is masterin every aspect The flow, the rhyme, they're so sublime - imagine... What I really sound like looking past it Open your eyes...to the music God made me this way so you would think I'm human How'd it happen? Let's go back to 1989 The day before July 4th, was born deformed The doctor had informed my momma that her child was never gonna be normal No ears and yeah it would appear but it's clear he's impaired and barely able to hear Therefore he's back to square 4 cause the world sounds different through the ears of this boy
I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Without the city lights How can I see at night? Without no place to go How can I make it home? I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Inside a quiet world Where no one knows your name With no one there for you To hear of all your pain But every time I Look on the inside I'm almost grateful Your world is so cold
I'm the last man standing in musical chairs Should I sit down? Can't tell if the music is there Really though, I'm not deaf...well shit, I'm a fraud I felt "PurelyHardofHearing" was a little too long Stand here where I stand in shoes you can't wear Try imitating something, a sound you can't hear Matterfact, get a pen and draw some damn air I done overcame the odds, where's my fanfare? Only 5 years old, went under the knife Had 30 surgeries in my Life's a BITCH and then you Die - Which would imply that as the time goes by Nickels and dimes can only buy more dimes Dimes will deprive you of the thoughts in your mind Lean, covering your face, your mouth, you can't breathe Pass out, count to 3...You'll be under anesthesia
I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Without the city lights How can I see at night? Without no place to go How can I make it home? I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Inside a quiet world Where no one knows your name With no one there for you To hear of all your pain But every time I Look on the inside I'm almost grateful Your world is so cold
All I ever wanted was a chance to be...loved Maybe that's why I cared so much Why I put this damn gel in my hair so much Spend my time pickin out what I wear so much Does "Hi, I'm a rapper - come buy my CD" Translate to "Will somebody talk to me? Please?" If I blew, would you love me then? Tables turn, oh you now coming up to him "Let me get your autograph, oh - Need a pen? I'm your number one fan....heh...even then... Where were you when I started? Got ready to quit Where were you through the hardships, you never did shit To me, you're just jumping the wagon...faggot A patriots fan "Def's the man, when he's cashin" "I always loved your music, I bought your last album" To me it just sounds like the same old crap, tell em
I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Without the city lights How can I see at night? Without no place to go How can I make it home? I'm on the outside It's such a lonely life Inside a quiet world Where no one knows your name With no one there for you To hear of all your pain But every time I Look on the inside I'm almost grateful Your world is so coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
