E.T. (Feat. Lil Wayne)

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh

Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh

Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all

I guess I'm, speakin' in different languages than y'all

I guess, all you know is my alias is all

I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall

I'm like a Michelangelo paintin' that hangs in the vault

They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar

Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs

Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a lil' off

I'm, I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts

I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and cough

Kill everythin' I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk

I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta 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 bein' 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 stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter

Yeah, so join the B.O. b hate fest

I would say, "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex

Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye

Rap God, I should have my own prayer line

Amen, Ray Bands

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh

Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh

Oh my God, it's the Martian

Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans

It must be the shoes, the stars in the skies won't start 'em

Far from the norm', bitch, 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 bitch

Homie, I don't fear shit like exorcist your neck'll twist

Gettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass

And after I put all bullshit 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 fuck with plain Jane

Drugs in the backpack, no room for E. T

Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm 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 fear what I don't understand and that would be my own fear

And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here

Tunechi

Like I don't belong

I feel like I don't belong

Like I don't belong

Like a extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh

Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial, oh