What ever happened to Mort Marcus
or Satcha
How about Hugo Mittens
or Elijah Smoothe
and Teddy Pasta
a straight hair rasta
with a bone straight weave
that will bring you to your knees
Assuming they're all hot messes
like me
Mm who knows
This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
Never thought I'd be this cold
Cuz of my life I've lost a hold
You can have it
It's yours not mine
Cuz the only thing on my mind is
It's all of me what's born to be
Cuz what they say is not
what it seems
Feel like I'm right
but always wrong
I guess I just don't belong
Can I have a drink
Don't wanna think
Cuz my outlook is on my enemy
Just wanna sleep
cuz I miss the link
Between what I want
and what's given to me
It's all of me what's born to be
Cuz what they say is not
what it seems
Feel like I'm right
but always wrong
I guess I just don't belong
My body aches
My mind's at rest
Thinking about every bad decision
Feel so alone
Don't have a home
But I'm part of a bigger mission
It's all of me what's born to be
Cuz what they say is not
what it seems
Feel like I'm right
but always wrong
I guess I just don't belong