B.O.B. - E.T. lyrics

[Hook: B.o.B.] Like I don't belong, I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong, like a extra-terrestrial Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial [Verse 1: B.o.B.] Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all I guess, I'm speaking in different languages than y'all I guess, all you know is my aliases all I step into the Hall of Fame and put my frame in the wall I'm like a Michael Angelo painting that hangs in the vault They gated me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitar Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs Somewhere between insane and famous Guess my brain's a little off I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts I pays for hours, hit the f**in' vapourisin' cough k** everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house out of cards You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51 Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom Anti-gravity moon suit Went from who are you to chillin' with the who's who Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors I-I-I stop sh**tin' on these n***as, but I never been a quitter Yeah, so join the B.o.B. hate fence I would say “f** ya” but I practice in safe s** Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye Rap god, I should have my own pray line (eyy man, ray bands) [Hook: B.o.B.] Like I don't belong, I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong, like a extra-terrestrial Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Oh my god, it's the Martian Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em Far from the norm', b**h I'm Norman Bates awkward But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin' But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it I don't phone home, I phone homies And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment Extra-extra-terrestrial Extra clips, extra b**h, homie I don't fear sh** like excision, neck a twist Gettin' high on extra sh** with extra kick to kick my a** And after I put all bullsh** to the side, I lick my hands from a different world's Dwayne Wayne Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane ‘Cause I be on that Mary, I don't f** with plain Jane Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look up knee deep All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop) I feel without no understandin', that will be my own fear And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here Tunechi [Hook: B.o.B.] Like I don't belong, I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong, like a extra-terrestrial Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial, Extra-Terrestrial