Woke up in a cell, where am I at? Yeah, it's cold, but I like that What am I trapped? Heart's beating out of my chest Doors locked, but the keys are in my hands Hmm, yeah, I swear it doesn't make sense, does it? I make songs that'll make friends, judge me Might smile, but it ain't that funny Sing along to the pain, they love it Life's like a merry-go-round, and I'm still trying to figure it out I like space, and I'm fitting the crowds My whole life, I've been erring it out Well, I'm getting into character now Feels wrong, but it feels right My feelings feel tight, real nice But I will fight anything to win, but I'm not Mike Tyson I won't bite ya, but I will tell you if I don't like it I am not the norm, I got my own shoes I ain't trying to fit in yours I never been married, but I felt divorced Hi, I'm Nate, have we met before? Somebody told you I was wack? Check the source Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course You got a problem with the fans? There's the door You looking for the old me? Check them more I'm not a fortune teller, but I can see into the future better Ain't no telling where to hop on When I pick up the microphone, get the fans together Same style, but the songs are better Been a year and a half, as if it's gone forever Ain't no drinking my hammer to know the buzz is coming Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running My thoughts are funny, it feels like I'm on to something, yeah I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I'm not coming down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusing, I know, been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just trying to be me, I ain't nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just being myself So I guess for now, I'll just be the okay I'll just be the okay, yeah I'll just be the okay I guess I'll be the okay, yeah I guess I don't fit the mold of rap, cause I'm respecting women I heard your record, I was laughing at it Maybe they would like me more, if I got a little graphic with it Nah, I don't wanna blend in with you little rapping idiots I'd rather be the outcast, I ain't never putting out trash I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue I always put the money where my mouth sat It feels good to be here now, I'm a weird person with a weird crowd What, you don't like that? That's cool, that's great, that's fine Okay, you can leave now, got a weird smile But I like it though, I paint it on me and I walk up to the microphone And put the caution tape around me like it's an inch and one Yeah, yeah, they got me reminiscing now Yeah, you didn't know I'm about to go mad Never wanted something so bad Goosebumps to the whole track Ain't no way I'm gonna hold back Got me thinking that I'm cooking in a math lab I'm blowing up in front of my own eyes You look a little lost, you ain't get that? Coming from a time when nobody is a rapper I guess I never got the memo, must've missed out Here I go with my feelings again, I can feel it again So I lay in my bed, in my cell with a pen And I dwell on my sins, I keep wondering When time to open the door They don't know who I am, but I pick up the keys And I put on my Timbs and I stare at the locks And the tan on my skin And I think to myself, I don't wanna fit in I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I am not coming down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusing, I know, been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just trying to be me, I am nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just being myself So I guess for now, yeah, I'll just be the okay I'll just be the okay, yeah, I'll just be the okay I guess I'll be the okay Yeah, tryna focus, take a knife to my head Then I cut it open, take my brain Put it on the floor, tryna figure out my motives Y'all thought I was an issue when the door was locked, nah You should see me when the door opens Every night I can hear voices, put a camera in my face Might turn Joker like a Mike Posner Always been a little complex, difficult to process Some of y'all wanna sit around and try to pick apart my bars Here's some lines you could dissect If I'ma die, I'ma die giving everything that I have Take a deep breath, I don't need y'all's respect I'm a reject, could have recessed Playing games with his make-believe friends, yeah I don't ever take a night off Lights off in a room and I write songs I might fall into my thoughts Once in a while when the mic's off And we never see no drive like mine Better hop out of my car I'm about to unlock my doors You ain't got a seatbelt on Better find one Getting sick of people telling me to smile more T.S. was a chapter I'll never forget It was therapy for me But it's time I turn the page now Hey, shut up I'm tryna tell him my story I'm sorry, I wasn't yelling at y'all I was talking to the voices I rip out the drums of the industry's heirs For tryna ignore me and play them while singing the chorus I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast Yeah, I'll just be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast