E.T.

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extra-terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial

Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all

I guess, I'm speaking in

Different languages than y'all

I guess, all you know is my aliases all

I step into the Hall of Fame

And put my frame on the wall

I'm like a Michael Angelo

Painting that hangs in the vault

They gated me off, by Hendrix

While they play the guitar

Never had friends but me

And Franklin was dawgs

Somewhere between insane and famous

Guess my brain's a little off

I'm in the b-b-basemen

Havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts

I pays for hours

Hit the ****ing vaporizing coug

Kill everything I see

And leave behind a mountain of chalk

I took the hand that I was dealt

And made a house out of cards

You can't compare me to anyone

Swag on every offical one

Blowin' purple crop circles

Pack is loud as a intercom

Anti-gravity moon suit

Went from who are you to

Chillin' with the who's who

Paranoid of more than

Story-tales in science fiction

Sleepin' with a fat burner like

I'm tryna watch my figure

Wanna cut me out the picture

Get some bigger scissors

I-I-I stop shitting on these nigga

But I never been a quitter

Yeah, so join the B.o.B. hate fence

I would say "**** you

But I practise in safe sex

Signin' off, young Jedi on the red out

Rap god, I should

Have my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands)

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extra-terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial

Oh my god, it's the martian

Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans

It must be the shoes

The stars in the sky won't start 'em

Far from the norm'

**** I'm Norman Bates aqu

But nothing's far fetched

When a under-dog's barkin'

But they could get checked

If I don't sign my goon's forge it

I don't phone home, I phone homies

And catch you at your home

With your homies, spoil a moment

Extra-extra-terrestrial

Extra clips, extra nigga

Homie I don't fear *******t

Like excision, neck a twist

Gettin' high on extra *******t

With extra kick to kick my ass

And after I put all bullshit to the sid

I lick my hands from

A different world's Dwayne Wayne

Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain

Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane

'Cause I be on that Merry

I don't **** with plain Jane

Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T

Eyes on my kneecaps

Don't look up knee deep

All I do is fallback

Smoke kush and keep seeds

Swallow 'em with some water

Cut myself and bleed ****in'

Having trouble bein' human

Let alone a human being

Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Buk)

I feel without no understandin'

That will be my own fear

And they don't understand me

I know I don't belong here Tunch

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extra-terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial

Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial