Lewis Cullen - Misfit lyrics

[Verse 1] f** it, I came up from the ground, now I'm levitating/ Everything around me is God given, heaven plated/ Workin on my strides, like a sprinter at a track meet/ I dove for the front cause I'm sick of ridin backseat/ Smoke in the mirrors when you think I'm just a misfit/ Listen to my mix b**h, impossible ya missed it/ A kid from Chicago, dreams of Murcielagos/ Turnin metal into money, call me Santiago/ I ran for the hills when I saw the introduction/ Faded from reality, I'm seein self-destruction/ Beer bottles layin in the valley of the corpses/ I used ta play a part in all the negative forces/ Cleaned up my act, thought I'd go give a go at rappin/ "you're motherf**in whack boi, you ain't got no talent"/ I dropped it and quit, a couple weeks went by/ But I knew I had ta do it, so I picked it up and tried/ [Verse 2] Always been a misfit since the day of my conception/ And everybody crept in, and they tried ta mix perception/ Tried ta feed me words, tried ta feed the way I acted/ Bottled up my feelings, then one day i finally cracked it/ People wanna see me as a motherf**in drop out/ Just because I have a different view on all my problems/ Take a look in my life and take a look in yours/ Yo, tryta find the difference, I ain't knockin atchya door!/ b**h Detrimental memories of counting all my fan blades/ Tryna cover scars, but I'm runnin out of band-aids/ Starin at the stars yo, wonder if they're handmade/ Feelin kinda selfish that we're k**in all the landscape/ What if God's fake? and we're stuck with fate of hate/ And we're never gonna fix it, nawwww, time is too late/ The world spins out, and it falls from it's axis/ People turn ta ashes, our history's a fraction/ [Verse 3] Diggin thru the dirt, but I'll never find a diamond/ My face is dirty, gotta shave, lookin like a lion/ I'm sick of living like this, is this what livin life is?/ Struggle for the money, find a way out, then I wife it?/ I wanna be Mac, and I wanna be Kells/ I just wanna be that white dude, sellin out the shelves/ I'll take water from a well, call it holy so it sells/ And pocket all the money, buy my ticket straight ta hell/ Ya damn right, I'm a little mastermind/ Find me schemin for a scam in the afterlife/ Turnin water into wine, I could probably trick Jesus/ To let me into heaven, on the honor roll or dean's list/ Down right co*ky, but I see it all as confidence/ When I'm dead and gone I wonder what they'll say in posthumous/ Works and books, I hope to make even that far/ Never gonna retire, comin back like I'm Brett Favre/