Sur5ILL - You Don't Belong Here lyrics

​[Verse 1]:​ ​I don't fit in here--Perfection pieces... Perfection ceases, my grades worsen and debt increases Uh ​I remember end of tenth grade they'd reject my thesis My warm welcome was worn out and it dressed in fleeces All because one time I said "s** it!" and crossed my arms In front of my crotch, and I yelled it across the lawn Someone interrupted practice and they brought their mom Never forget in front of teammates being called a slob My slobbery was properly a**essed, perspective: snobbery Dunno why eyes were watery, I wasn't being scholarly OK what were these white collar geeks Who get caught drinking? Money grows on dollar trees--apologies I'm an adult, now I understand double standards I chuckle because they pander and s**le to lanyards Which read doctor and lawyer, they spoiled shuffle to pamper And never bother to banter or question the upper's answers​​ (Booing) ​[Verse 2]:​ ​n******gs, n******gs, n-n******gs: Now I sound like Republicans... n***as n***as n-n***as: now I sound like the thugs and sh** If I deserve to get punished, email my publicist The one who doesn't exist because of my budget, b**h​ They call me sellout--I hope to do to the Garden But this mixtape is free..so screw you it's a bargain You can pay me in barley drinks with proof brewed in the carbon My f**ing flow's evolved, it's that voodoo dude it's Darwin Uh I have the drive of a hunter who grinds at life And it's sixth round, drafted a hundred and ninety ninth I go to work during the day and I write at night I pick my spots like freckles and ultraviolet light ​Looks like the exception's begging to be accepted He ain't mainstream He's underground sitting next to the septic​ ​Where are his ethics? It's fitting he's getting desperate ​Just a flash in the pan he's grilling for epileptics (Booing)