Unusual - T.Y.E

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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas 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