Woke up in a 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 Hmm, yeah, I swear it doesn't make sense, does it? I make songs that'll 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 trying to figure it out I like space, I don't fit in the crowds My whole life, I've been erring it out Well, I'm getting into character now Feels wrong, but it feels right My feelings, still 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 it I am not the norm, I got my own shoes I ain't trying to fit in yours I never been married, but I felt divorced Hi, I'm Nate, have we met before? Somebody told you I was whack? Check the source Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course You got a problem with the fans? There's the door You looking for the old me? Check the morgue I'm not a fortune teller, but I can see into the future better Ain't no telling 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 coming 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 coming down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusing, I know, been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just trying to be me, I ain't nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just being myself So I guess for now, I'll just be the LK I'll just be the LK, yeah, I'll just be the LK LK, I guess I'll be the LK I guess I don't fit the mold of rap, cause I'm respecting women I heard your record, I was laughing 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 rapping idiots I'd rather be the outcast, I ain't never putting out trash I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue I always put the money where my mouth sat Feels good to be here now, I'm a weird person with a weird crowd What, you don't like that? That's cool, that's great, that's fine, okay, you can leave now Got a weird smile, but I like it though I paint it on me and I walk up to the microphone And put the caution tape around me like I did an inch or one Yeah, yeah, they got me reminiscing now Yeah, you didn't know I'm about to go mad Never wanted something so bad Goosebumps to the whole track Ain't no way I'm gonna hold back Got me thinking that I'm cooking in a math lab I'm blowing up in front of my own eyes You look a little lost, you ain't get that? Coming from a town where nobody is a rapper Guess I never got the memo once I missed out Here I go with my feelings again, I can feel it again So I lay in my bed and my cell with a pen And I dwell on my sins, I keep wondering When time to open the door, they don't know who I am But I pick up the keys and I put on my Timbs And I stare at the locks and the tat on my skin And I think to myself, I don't wanna fit in I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I am not coming down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusing, I know been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just trying to be me, I ain't nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just being myself So I guess for now, I'll just be the okay I'll just be the okay, yeah I'll just be the okay, I guess I'll be the okay Yeah, tryna focus, take a knife to my head, then I cut it open Take my brain, put it on the floor, tryna figure out my motives Y'all thought I was an issue when the door was locked, nah You should see me when the door opens Every night I can hear voices, put a camera in my face Mic turn Joker, like I'm Mike Posner Always been a little complex, difficult to process Some of y'all wanna sit around and try to pick apart my bars Here's some lines you could dissect If I'ma die, I'ma die, given everything that I have Take a deep breath, I don't need y'all's respect I'm a reject, could have recessed Playing games with his make-believe friends Yeah, I don't ever take a night off Lights off in the room and I write songs I might fall into my thoughts Once in a while when the mic's off and we never see no drive like mine Better hop out of my car, I'm about to unlock my doors You ain't got a seatbelt on, better find one Getting sick of people telling me to smile more T.S. was a chapter I'll never forget, it was therapy for me But it's time I turn the page now, hey, shut up I'm tryna tell her my story, I'm sorry I wasn't yelling at y'all I was talking to the voices I'll rip out the drums of the industry's heirs For trying to ignore me and playing while singing a chorus I guess I'll be the outcast