B.o.B – Et (Guitar)

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Like I don't belong

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I feel like I don't belong

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Like I don't belong

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Like a extra-terrestrial

C
Extraterrestrial, oh

Dm
Extraterrestrial

Em
Extraterrestrial, oh

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

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

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I guess, all you know is my aliases all

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

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

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

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Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs

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

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

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

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Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk

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I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards

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You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51

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Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom

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Anti-gravity moon suit

Em
Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who

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Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction

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Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure

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Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors

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I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter

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Yeah, so join the B.o.B hate fest

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

Dm
Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye

Em
Rap god, I should have my own prayer line

Am
Like I don't belong

C
I feel like I don't belong

Dm
Like I don't belong

Em                    Am
Like a extra-terrestrial

C
Extraterrestrial, oh

Dm
Extraterrestrial

Em
Extraterrestrial, oh

Am                  
Oh my god, it's the Martian

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Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans

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

Em
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward

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But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin'

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But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it

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I don't phone home, I phone homies

Em
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment

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Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch

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Homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist

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

Em
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a 

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Different world's Dwayne Wayne

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Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain

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Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane

Em
'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain Jane

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Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T

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Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deep

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All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds

Em
Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed

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Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being

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Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)

Dm
I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fear

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

Am
Like I don't belong

C
I feel like I don't belong

Dm
Like I don't belong

Em                  Am
Like a extra-terrestrial

C
Extraterrestrial, oh

Dm
Extraterrestrial

Em
Extraterrestrial, oh