Elektra, Op. 58, TrV 223: "Wo bleibt Elektra?" (Maids, Overseer)

歌詞

B.o.B: Like I don't belong I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong Like a extra-terrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh Extraterrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all I guess, all you know is my alias is all I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a little off I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and cough Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51 Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom Anti-gravity moon suit Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter Yeah, so join the B.o.B hate fest I would say "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye Rap god, I should have my own prayer line Amen, Ray Bans Like I don't belong I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong Like a extra-terrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh Extraterrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh Lil Wayne: Oh my god, it's the Martian Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans It must be the shoes, the stars in the skies won't start 'em Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin' But they could get checked, if I don't sign my goons forge it I don't phone home, I phone homies And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch Homie I don't fear shit like exorcist your neck'll twist Gettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a Different world's Dwayne Wayne Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane 'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain Jane Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deep All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop) I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fear And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here Tunechi B.o.B: Like I don't belong I feel like I don't belong Like I don't belong Like a extra-terrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh Extraterrestrial Extraterrestrial, oh