Same city Whitey hail from Same town that the strangler stole the air from I was raised Irish catholic Never talk about your feelings Tell them you're fantastic Around here you're either savage or you're plastic Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick They all been living a lie Because they worship the wealth More than they do their false god I don't talk too much I been living in the basement Tryna make a statement I been writing all night Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight So when I say I ******* hate myself And when I say I lost my sanity Just know that's not my full capacity Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose What a cluster **** I'm ******* up They telling me to lighten up Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing Playing in the rain, man I'm ****** up mane Grew up too fast, tryna make it last But it ain't coming back Still an outcast, still an asshole Tryna get past no payroll See I wouldn't give a **** if I had a surplus Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut I don't say **** unless it's about the ******* music Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it Feel your flesh breaking open And your knuckles start turning white You been holding on for too long Sleep all day, wide awake at night Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose
[00:38.26]Same city Whitey hail from [00:41.27]Same town that the strangler stole the air from [00:44.25]I was raised Irish catholic [00:47.11]Never talk about your feelings [00:48.86]Tell them you're fantastic [00:50.36]Around here you're either savage or you're plastic [00:52.98]Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick [00:55.53]They all been living a lie [00:58.48]Because they worship the wealth [01:00.07]More than they do their false god [01:02.28]I don't talk too much [01:04.42]I been living in the basement [01:05.98]Tryna make a statement [01:08.37]I been writing all night [01:10.44]Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight [01:14.14]So when I say I ******* hate myself [01:17.20]And when I say I lost my sanity [01:20.21]Just know that's not my full capacity [01:22.67]Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity [01:32.72]Not a material man [01:34.38]I got a mic, two guitars [01:35.83]and a dream in my hands [01:38.60]I see you flexing them bands [01:40.55]like you got something to prove [01:42.31]Well I got nothing to lose [01:44.70]Not a material man [01:46.07]I got a mic, two guitars [01:48.18]and a dream in my hands [01:50.63]I see you flexing them bands [01:52.55]like you got something to prove [01:54.11]Well I got nothing to lose [02:07.84]What a cluster **** I'm ******* up [02:09.19]They telling me to lighten up [02:11.08]Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing [02:12.63]Playing in the rain, man I'm ****** up mane [02:14.04]Grew up too fast, tryna make it last [02:16.07]But it ain't coming back [02:17.08]Still an outcast, still an asshole [02:18.00]Tryna get past no payroll [02:19.43]See I wouldn't give a **** [02:21.30]if I had a surplus [02:22.79]Intuition in my gut [02:23.99]so I keep my mouth shut [02:25.85]I don't say **** [02:27.14]unless it's about the ******* music [02:29.16]Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it [02:32.55]Feel your flesh breaking open [02:35.97]And your knuckles start turning white [02:39.09]You been holding on for too long [02:41.94]Sleep all day, wide awake at night [02:44.84]Not a material man [02:46.50]I got a mic, two guitars [02:47.91]and a dream in my hands [02:50.58]I see you flexing them bands [02:52.64]like you got something to prove [02:54.24]Well I got nothing to lose [02:56.74]Not a material man [02:58.20]I got a mic, two guitars [03:00.07]and a dream in my hands [03:02.38]I see you flexing them bands [03:04.33]like you got something to prove [03:06.24]Well I got nothing to lose
