Lyrics
Something's unusual with me
Something's unusual with me
I feel a little off balance
I feel a little bit strange
Some people call me peculiar
Some people call me deranged
Some people call me a genius
Some people call me insane
Some people call me a hero
Some people say I'm to blame
Some people take me too serious
Some people think it's a game
Some people live for the money
Some people live for the fame
Something's unusual with me
Something's unusual with me
I feel a little off balance
I feel a little bit strange
Some people call me peculiar
Some people call me deranged
Stuck in the middle I'm neva belittled by none of these punks
I'm feelin a little I'm stuck in a pickle because of these chumps
No!
Don't gives fuck what you want
Oh!!
Been felt this way for some months
I'm starving a little I'll eat up the breakfast and dinner for lunch
I'm solvin the riddle the riddle of **** that's fakin the funk
Woah!
My Vatos stay doin bumps
Woah!
Keep da yoppa in da trunk
Woah!
Bro got dat pistol grip pump
Woah!
Don't give a fuck what you've done
Cliff **** claimin cliffside make a cliff bitch climax
Quick trigger bullets split eyes when I hit guys by caps
Choppa wit a drum on it drumsticks hit **** hi hats
Poo fu pony playin pictures IMAX
Woah!
I am similar to none, none
Something's unusual with me
Something's unusual with me
I feel a little off balance
I feel a little bit strange
Some people call me peculiar
Some people call me deranged
Some people call me a genius
Some people call me insane
Some people call me a hero
Some people say I'm to blame
Written by: Tye Harris