Weerd Science - Rebel Indie lyrics

Yeah, check, check, 1-2 1-2 This sh**'s supposed to be fun So lets have some fun with it [Verse] I'm sorry that I'm such a jerk, mom I got the devil in my mouth, the Satan Only go for Cuban-X, Mae Quan Frame everyone in the world, Kim Jon Came up on streets that nobody was safe on The same streets that I used to cut my H on I swear to God that I'll blow up when I get big I really mean that I wanna put weight on Uh! And now I resurrect my veniamin, my etiquette It's indicate that people will call the medics in Then again, the sedative setting the sciences Cause (?) every second the music is consecutive We need to step in and get even with everything These men that are even, these motherf**ers They give me setting in(?) They are perpetually incredible, they're pathetic Branding hip-hop, and this is where the sh** stops [Hook] Huh! I always had a little babbling Been able to track the core, mamy I guess you could call me indie And I'ma last till truth be told Ten hours to play, and then we get payed [Verse] I'm sorry that I'm so sick I really miss you, never shout the unpredicted It wasn't in the concern, the first time I went to church That my skin don't burn Forgot to say it was psoriasis, but I admit I'm skeptical I'm not focused on diagnoses and This takes me to my next theory And that would also explain why God never hears me Did you and mom find a book in the basement? Bound in human flesh, no ink cause blood replaced it? Picked it up, read a couple of pa**ages out loud Then nine months later, lil' old me pops out This must be why your nice things bore me When I was a kid, I thought I was chasing (???) My father told me that Jason's a punk b**h I said "dad, watch out, you see, he's a throat-slit" (No, hum, that actually happened) [Hook]