just another day spent chillin on my dolo
people say im different, tell me something I don’t kno
don’t party enough for the cool kids to accept me
and the frat boys be sayin I gotta be more preppy
not enough swag to go chill wit the fly guys
tried to be a gangsta but couldn’t fade the drive-bys
don’t study or read enough to cool it with the geeks
and im way too tame to be hangin wit the freaks
plus people gimme funny looks every time i speak
moms be playin it off like, “baby u just unique”
but unique is just a code word for those who don’t fit in
every time I leave, people sayin “good ridd-ance”
so now and then, I catch myself wishin i had friends
but I don’t – so im back on my solo dolo again
but don’t get it twisted like I care what they thinkin
haterade wit liquor, the only thing they drinkin
but my drink of choice water cuz it’s plain as me
don’t got a lot of homies and that’s plain to see
cuz I walk around – headphones on, music blastin
never payin attention to the people im passin
im just tryna hurry up, get to my class and
take off my bag, sit down and then pass in
wait, I mean pass out – head on my desk
teacher tryna wake me up, tell her let it rest
cuz my world goin black, yea the movie boutta play
thinkin “what fantasy am I in store for today?”
cuz really it don’t matter who I am or who I ain’t
I can still escape to these mental pictures that I paint
Landscapes made of crepe and cake that I create
rumblin like earthquakes when they try to shake me awake
but I just brush em off and go deeper into dream land
you can’t bang wit me? That’s cool, these dreams can
yea im just doin me, you can take it or leave it
im my own best friend lil homie, best believe it.
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