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STRANGER
Sundiata
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Feel like I'm a stray
Only stranger at home
And I done did a couple things were careless I know
You like to tell me who I am
And how I should grow
You say you got my best interest
Well how would you know
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
No, I'm not changing my attitude
Changing my hair, changing my outlook
Just to satisfy you
Or you
Or you
Like what's your deal
I got to live now, gotta be me
Gotta become what I know what I'm meant to be
I don't like the rules
No rules
No rules
That's how I feel
Don't understand it I know
Your small town planet's your world
You live inside your own tales
Can't step outside
So kick me out on the street
Or stomp in half of my teeth
Or maybe blacken my eye
You ain't no savior of me
I don't want to wonder when I come home, no
I don't want to hear how I move too quick
How you hate how this new world works well
I don't want your version of shit
And I don't want to hear how you got no time
I don't want your thoughts in my mind, no
Don't be distraught when I cut it off
Coming at me all surprised in my face like
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
Who, who are you
No, I'm not changing my attitude
Changing my hair, changing my outlook
Just to satisfy you
Or you
Or you
Like what's your deal
I got to live now, gotta be me
Gotta become what I know what I'm meant to be
I don't like the rules
No rules
No rules
That's how I feel
Don't understand it I know
Your small town planet's your world
You live inside your own tales
Can't step outside
So kick me out on the street
Or stomp in half of my teeth
Or maybe blacken my eye
You ain't no savior of me
Ain't it so cute how you judging it now
But give it some time and you'll make it your style
You're always addicted to following leads
And following trends so obviously
I speak for the kids never told they're the one
So start a mosh pit I want freaks to the front
Let's jump a few trains
Let's shoot a few guns
Or cut off your hair, let's go on the run