Wit - The One About The Misfit lyrics

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Wit - The One About The Misfit lyrics

[Verse] Wastin' my twenties on this God thing It's what they tell me, like they wanna make my mind change God saves, just don't question His time frame Supreme hoodie, pull the strings to cover my face I been treatin' these planes like it's a bed Missin' birthdays and Facetimin' instead I lie about what I do when they ask me Sometimes I think my family is happier without me, me I haven't been myself in weeks now I'm runnin' by myself in these streets now No apologies for bein' me now Only makin' songs if I'm k**in' every beat now I never live by the compliments Twenty-seven, unmarried, still livin' at my father's place I promise to take care of them when I get rich These record execs look like Harvey Dents It's a new era of the misfit Everything switched, rather be happy than get rich And growin' up, to me, is like a d**h wish Gave my purity away, I wish I woulda kept it Only makin' songs that I like Instagram isn't real, it's just highlights And rappers talkin' crazy about my life When I see them in person it's, "Whaddup?", high five They like, "Why you make these silly songs?" Cause I'm bored of everything that my city does I don't make songs for the radio Cause I don't talk about pretty women and dealin' d** So shoutout to suburbia If you're ain't from here, chances are we never heard of ya It's like I was raised in the old school Where haters talk about you like they know you, you I probly shoulda died in '02 Labels sayin' that we k**in' things, I'm like, "Oh, shoot!" I'm 'posed to, I'm goin' postal And if you need some dope music we the go to The Social Club boys are in the buildin' Dad's Puerto Rican and my mom's side's Sicilian Which means when I'm talkin' they a**ume that I'm yellin' I wanna shift culture for all my independents This is the land of the free Anti-Christian celebrity Those bright lights weren't meant for me My God's not dead and He still reigns supreme Close my eyes, I see stadiums Performin' when nobody was payin' 'em Thank God his parents never stopped prayin' for 'em The world didn't understand him, so instead they hated on 'em The misfit

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