Outcast

Outcast - NF

Written by：Nate Feuerstein/Tommee Profitt

Woke up in the cell where am I at

Yeah it's cold but I like that

What am I trapped

Heart's beating out of my chest

Door's locked but the keys are in my hands

Hm yeah that's weird it doesn't make sense does it

I make songs I don't make friends judge me

Might smile but it ain't that funny

Sing along to the pain they love it

Life's like a merry go round

And I'm still tryna figure it out

I like space I don't fit in the crowds

My whole life I've been airin' it out

Oh I'm gettin' into character now

Feels wrong but it feels right

My feelings seal tight real nice

But I will fight anything to win

But I'm not Mike Tyson I won't bite ya

But I will tell you if I don't like you

I am not the norm

I got my own shoes I ain't tryna fit in yours

I never been married but I've felt divorced

Hi I'm Nate have we met before

Somebody told you I was wack

Check the source

Somebody told you I was back

Yes of course

You got a problem with the fans

There's the door

You lookin' for the old me

Check the morgue agh

Not a fortune teller but I can see into the future better

Ain't no tellin' what'll happen when I pick up the microphone get the fans together

Same style but the songs are better

Been a year and a half feels like it's gone forever

Ain't no drink in my hand but you know the buzz is comin'

Big steps in the game yeah the Hulk is running

My thoughts are funny it feels like I'm onto something yeah

I'm high off the music my head's in the clouds

I kinda like it up here I am not comin' down

I'd rather be alone I am not good in crowds

Which is kinda confusin' I know been that way since a child

They laughin' they tell me I'll never get out

I'm just tryna be me I am nobody else

I don't care what you think I'm just bein' myself

So I guess for now

I'll just be the outcast

I'll just be the outcast

I'll just be the outcast

I guess I'll be the outcast

Yeah I guess I don't fit the mold of rap

'Cause I'm respectin' women

I heard your record I was laughin' at it

Maybe they would like me more if I got a little graphic with it

Nah I don't wanna blend in with you little rappin' idiots

I'd rather be the outcast

I ain't never puttin' out trash

I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue