Just cause I make music you thought I was creative?
Man, I write these songs solely out of frustration
Out of anger, desperation, out of pure hatred
And all those negative feelings, yeah I got ‘em in spades
I make pissed off music for pissed off people
And if you’re not pissed off enough then piss off please
I know my shit is dark but it’s the truth that I tell
Don’t need to prove to a single one of you that I’m well
Fuck you and your crew, I can do without help
Fuck being cool in a group, I’m being true to myself
You’re so happy go lucky, you’re so happy, oh fuck
Maybe I’d rap about being happy if I knew how it felt
But I know more about rejection than I know about acceptance
I know more about aggression than all these other rappers
So don’t you dare compare me to Casper
My back hurts, I carry on my shoulders tons of baggage
You… you need some dough you run to daddy
Me… I’m working overtime for cash
That’s only one of the problems that I’m running into
I got a shitload of issues and one is with you

See I never got along with classmates at school
But that’s okay, they used to hate me too
I also never got along with the people at work
But that’s okay, cause these people were jerks
Maybe it’s true, and I’m even worse
Or maybe I’m just not that much of a people-person
You surprised? You shoulda known that better
I got a hand full of numbers in my phone that matter
The people that’ll help me out
The rest has always had frowning
In the end I trust myself more than anybody else
Cause I’m the only one that’s never gonna let me down
You got hundreds of numbers or even more on your phone
Half of them are people you don’t even know
You hold your friends close and your enemies closer?
I hold my friends so close, enemies won’t approach ‘em
Got enough friends, I don’t need your number
Forget to call me back? I’ll delete your number
Yeah I’m petty as hell but those leeches, fuck ‘em
They only ever called me when they needed something

You’re prolly one of the people I didn’t get along with
To this day, we don’t have a single thing in common
Like there’s only one woman I get intimate with
While every weekend you’re banging a different chick
Throughout the week you’re kissing ass in a suit
On Friday nights you party up and act like a douche
Bragging about how drunk you get on Jack and Jim
And go to nightclubs that wouldn’t even let me in
Yeah my outfit, they don’t like it that much
But it’s sweatpants and hoodie, bitch, like it or not
I’m out the mud so my sneakers’ dirty
And hell no, I don’t own a fucking V-neck shirt
You’re taking baths in your lakes of cash
Now how the fuck am I supposed to relate to that?
You’re so high and mighty and it’s easy to see
You have it easy, nothing ever came easy to me
I’m drowning in thoughts but you wouldn’t get it
Cause you never spent minute here, down in the dumps
I’m fighting back my tears, trying to face my fears
You are someone else now and I am still right here