People Are Strange

Das Racist, Heems

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People are strange When you're a stranger Faces look ugly When you're alone Strange Blowing the purple, slow as a turtle She so Donna, tell her "Versace" Watch me, looking so bummy, but cooking the money Off the books, it's not just hooks I know I look a little bit strange But probably your little opinion will change And change, and change, and change again The only consistence is change, my friend Use your brain, my friend, it's a game, my friend I know I don't like it, it's lame, my friend Everything always the same, my friend Even when everything change, my friend It's the same, my friend, it's the same, my friend The game might end one day, 'til then I'm strange, my friend, I'm strange, my friend I'm strange It's nothing, my friend, it's nothing, my friend I'm up in the morning, and puffing, my friend I need it from Yuk, my friend I typically never really give a fuck, my friend What up, my friend? What up, my friend? Something, something, anything, anything Anything, anything, anything, anything Strange Do what we wanna do, say what we wanna say Live how we wanna live, play how we wanna play Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Strange Do what we wanna do, say what we wanna say Live how we wanna live, play how we wanna play Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Strange People are savages, animals, scavengers Mammals, and activists, Arabs and Africans Managers, harbingers, hope harborers People are managing people What's happening, people are rapping Steady see people that look like Clapton Clapping and snapping, people get clapped on, slept on, stepped on People get kept from presidents, dead ones People that can't run, people is redrum Redrum is murder, meat is murder, people are burgers Transitive property, people are murder People Ted Turner, Bilderbergers People pack burners, people just burn one Learn one, each one sees one People flee from having no freedom People, we need them Complex like people Hell is people, people are evil Threading the needle, let my people go People ignore them, people adore them Least when they're snoring Forlorn when foreign, forward when forming Opinions, I'm yawning, warning People are boring, people are brown People get down, people let down People make sounds, people are bugging People they love them, people they rub him the wrong way People are strange like the song say Strange Strange, like the song said Strange, very strange Strange, I'll tell you what's strange These freshmen niggas think they hot They ain't hot, son With all them tight ass jeans and favorite shit they be wearing Them niggas ain't rocking no Pradas, no Red Monkey, no Black Label That's hip hop, son All that conscious shit and that "kick me out, kick me out" That's wack Strange Do what we wanna do, say what we wanna say Live how we wanna live, play how we wanna play Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Strange Do what we wanna do, say what we wanna say Live how we wanna live, play how we wanna play Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Strange Niggas ain't going nowhere, man Women seem wicked when you're unwedded