[Verse 1: D-Lain]

I sit alone when eating lunch people irk me

Im antisocial, feel unearthly

Say that im an alien when im a homosapien

Sit in college, seek knowledge, never been an atheist

Wonder all the time who or what created this

Big rock we all spinning on, planet that we livin on

Can I learn it from experience, or must it be a synagogue?

Searching as an earthling, and im hoping the creator don’t tell me that I did it wrong

Im playing Diddy Kong, Diddy Combs words flowing through my mind

Im wasting a lotta time, should I be on the grind?

Or should I be enjoying life? Yall think im toying right?

I watch whores on all fours on laptops

And make sure that my door is padlocked

Im 19, don’t know how to flirt yet

Think you having girl trouble, know im doing worst bet

Dudes hatin on me when they say that I rap good

Understatement of the year sir, I am that good

God gave me this skill, nobody takin it

Oversized hound, you are all bacon bits

Laugh while you can bro soon ima be the king

Bling’s not a goal of mine, I just wanna hear the ching

I wanna travel without having to battle with a bank

I ain't tryna be rich, mayne im tryna be sane

Know im D-Lain, lemme tell you what I ain't

I smoke on nothing, I don’t need your dank

I bump Lil B, Ion need yo drank

That rappin with a lame gimmick ship been sank

Im tryna tell a new story, I ain't grow up in the streets

Moms ain't on crack, pops ain't dead-beat

I am not some type of reformed OG

But I do guzzle H20 by the OZ

[Hook: D-Lain]

I refuse to be confined to a nine to five

I wouldn’t feel alive

I wouldn’t feel inside

I’d just be a tool for the world to use

I gotta do what I want to do

I gotta do what I want to do

I gotta do what I want to do

I gotta do what I want to do

Ooo

[Verse 2: D-Lain]

D then a dash then a lain

It is he who can breeze on a track like a train

Ghost Rider he carry heat in his brain

So yea he yellin peace when it rains

So he need an umbrella mayne

And he never rock a chain, cuz he don’t want the fame

He don’t want the blame if a million rap fans turn out to be a shame

Then the critics claim it was a result of the music they was playin

Teachers question if he’s clinically insane

But his friends know, he’s in no kinda pain

And his kin-folks know that he in love with Nintendo

Typin on his MacBook, starin out the window

Skullcandy headphones covering his earlobes

Renegade nerd, you know he don’t fear no

Man, destroy all weapons

Haters wanna attack him for the shoes that he step in..

Even though its uniform for the set that he reppin

Left sick songs in plural, number before 7

And I Picked up Hip-Hop when I was bout 11

Didn’t really pursue til I heard Below The Heavens

And ever since then my lyrics been progressing

Some people don’t like it, but hey I ain't stressing

Forget about you, im staying out of depression

By taking stories from my life and putting them on a record