The One About The Misfit

(album: Marty For President - 2015)

Yeah, uh, yeah
Wasting my twenties on this God thing
It's what they tell me like they wanna make my mind change
God saves, just don't question His time frame
Supreme hoodie, pull the strings to cover my face
I been treating these planes like it's a bed (Uh)
Missing birthdays and Facetiming instead
I lie about what I do when they ask me
Sometimes I think my family is happier without me, me
I haven't been myself in weeks now (Ayy)
I'm running by myself in these streets now (Ayy)
No apologies for being me now
Only making songs if I'm killing every beat now (Woo)
I never live by the compliments
Twenty-seven, unmarried, still living at my father's place (Woo)
I promise to take care of them when I get rich (Ayy)
These record execs look like Harvey Dents
It's a new era of the misfit
Everything switched, rather be happy than get rich (Woo)
And growing up, to me, is like a death wish
Gave my purity away, I wish I woulda kept it, uh
Only making songs that I like (Ayy)
Instagram isn't real, it's just highlights (Woo)
And rappers talking crazy about my life
When I see them in person it's, "Whaddup? ", high five (Woo)
They like, "Why you make these silly songs?"
Cause I'm bored of everything that my city does, yeah
I don't make songs for the radio
'Cause I don't talk about pretty women and dealing drugs, yeah
So shoutout to suburbia
If you're ain't from here, chances are we never heard of ya (Woo)
It's like I was raised in the old school (Ayy)
Where haters talk about you like they know you, you
I prolly shoulda died in '02
Labels saying that we killing things, I'm like, "Oh, shoot!" (Oh shoot)
I'm 'posed to (Ayy), I'm going postal (Ayy)
And if you need some dope music we the go to (Woo)
The Social Club boys are in the building
Dad's Puerto Rican and my mom's side's Sicilian
Which means when I'm talking they assume that I'm yelling (Uh)
I wanna shift culture for all my independents, yeah
This is the land of the free (Ayy)
Anti-Christian celebrity (Ayy)
Those bright lights weren't meant for me
My God's not dead and He still reigns supreme (Woo)
Close my eyes, I see stadiums (Ayy)
Performing when nobody was paying 'em (Woo)
Thank God his parents never stopped praying for 'em
The world didn't understand him, so instead they hated on 'em
The misfit