[Verse 1] Same city Whitey hail from Same town that the strangler stole the air from I was raised Irish catholic Never talk about your feelings Tell them you're fantastic Around here you're either savage or you're plastic Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick They all been living a lie Because they worship the wealth More than they do their false god I don't talk too much I been living in the basement Tryna make a statement I been writing all night Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight So when I say I f**ing hate myself And when I say I lost my sanity Just know that's not my full capacity Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity [Hook] Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose [Verse 2] What a cluster f** I'm f**ing up They telling me to lighten up Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing Playing in the rain, man I'm f**ed up mane Grew up too fast, tryna make it last But it ain't coming back Still an outcast, still an a**hole Tryna get past no payroll See I wouldn't give a f** if I had a surplus Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut I don't say sh** unless it's about the f**ing music h*mosapien equipped with the wit so I use it Feel your flesh breaking open And your knuckles start turning white You been holding on for too long Sleep all day, wide awake at night [Hook] Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose