Letras
Might do a little dance, make a diss face
Make a weird noise when I fixate
Probably clear my throat and roll my eyes
Do it three times on a ritual display (nah, I have OCD)
Might make a little squeak like a disk brake
Tense up like I'm out wearing restraints
My hero, I know that I can't sing
But I gotta sing it five times for the each takes
I might mutter under my breath when you ask me
I'll probably say, "I wasn't talking to you"
I clear my throat when I'm anxious and make a little squeak
You might think there's a dog in the room
I might just randomly yell, turn that shit to a run
Because that's what I've opted to do
If you've got a problem with me being different
We don't got a problem the problem is you (woo!)
Walk around with my head high
Twitch but I got gifts like a Jedi
Give a fuck if your friends like me or not
Y'all tryna break a brother down like an enzyme
If I got a kryptonite, I've met mine homie
Tryna clip my wings let the pen fly homie
Ten-four give a fuck if you 10'5"
I'ma show you the benefits of having Tourette's like
Bitch, I'm different and I like me like that
Bitch, I'm different and I like me like that
Different and I like me like
Bitch, I like me like that
Look imagine me as a young passive teen
Who had to be different but lacked esteem
The rapping peers around me just had me weak
They laughed and point and made fun of half they'd see
And instead of me giving help to them back, I peaced out
Dragging feet, walking towards drastic things
Could've been one of my last defeats
You think a young man like that ever would've grasped his dreams?
How many stories did euthanize
Social pariahs who choose to hide
And we live in the era where popular artists
Keep preaching the glory of suicide
I cannot handle the thought of somebody with gifts
Thinking they got a reason to hide 'em
You are made differently 'cause you're you
Why be a sheep when you could be a lion?
Homie you don't have to fit in, your path is different
In fact, you don't have no limit, extract yourself in the pack
Get to acting different, you lack the shit that you lack
But you packin' and what you have's ammunition
To give it back to kids who've been trapped in prison
And gas to the fact they didn't enact the vision they had
For the masses labeled them wack and different, I'm mad because
Most y'all don't know what you have motherfucker I'm different
Bitch, I'm different and I like me like that
Bitch, I'm different and I like me like that
Different and I like me like
Bitch, I like me like that