[Verse 1] How am I different from last year? Is my pa**ion missing? Or is it bad reflexes Trying to catch my attention in the back? Let me mention what I had, its a fact That my inventory is stacked up to my nerves I mean you ask and I'll tell you Yeah I'm a little interested And I don't think Nutella is that good But what if the deepest roots Get yanked and leave my nutrients unobtainable? Is that really the risk I take? And am I okay? I dont know I question everything But I have never got a different answer I need more answers Write until my hands hurt Is that dirt or caked blood?
Im having hundredth thoughts now But it just don't make sense I rhyme until I pop through the burn holes in the fence Like my dad did, stereotype mad kid Sorry Kendrick, I thought it was under control Of the king both coasts Until i realized I could take the oceans with me Don't need people trying to follow not a leader Never look up you might see me And then that responsibility is mine I guess thats the diff'rence No more trying to pimp a bu*terfly When I just don't have to time To curl up and protect myself [Outro] It's too late you're different