B.o.B – E.T. (feat. Lil Wayne) (Ether Album)


Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T

They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar
Signin’ off, young Jedi on the red eye
But they could get checked if I don’t sign my goons forge it
I don’t phone home, I phone homies
[Hook: B.o.B]
I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
Homie I don’t fear shit like excision, neck a twist
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a Different world’s Dwayne Wayne
Having trouble bein’ human, let alone a human being
Far from the norm’, bitch I’m Norman Bates awkward
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Extraterrestrial
I feel like I don’t belong
Like a extra-terrestrial
Like a extra-terrestrial
Extraterrestrial, oh
‘Cause I be on that Mary, I don’t fuck with plain Jane
Tunechi

Unidentified flyin’ object Wayne’s plane
[Hook: B.o.B]
Anti-gravity moon suit
Rap god, I should have my own prayer line
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Hook: B.o.B]
I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards
I fear without no understandin’, that will be my own fear
Extraterrestrial, oh
I pace for hours, hit the fuckin’ vaporizer and cough
I would say "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex
Extraterrestrial, oh
Like I don’t belong
Yeah, so join the B.o.B hate fest
Yeah, basically I’m an alien to y’all
Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain’s a little off
Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch
Like I don’t belong
Like I don’t belong
Eyes on my kneecaps, don’t look, I’m knee deep
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
And they don’t understand me, I know I don’t belong here
Oh my god, it’s the Martian
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment
Like I don’t belong
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
I feel like I don’t belong
Ay man, Ray Bans
Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won’t start ’em
Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors

But nothing’s far fetched when a underdog’s barkin’
Like I don’t belong
Extraterrestrial
Extraterrestrial
Swallow ’em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds
Have trouble shootin’ a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction
Like a extra-terrestrial
Extraterrestrial, oh
Like I don’t belong
Extraterrestrial, oh
Sleepin’ with a fat burner like I’m tryna watch my figure
Gettin’ high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
I-I stop shittin’ on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
You can’t compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51
I guess I’m, speaking in different languages than y’all
Went from being who are you to chillin’ with the who’s who
Stuntin’ in them Son of Mars Jordans
Blowin’ purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom
I’m in the b-b-basement havin’ d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
I feel like I don’t belong
I’m like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
Unexplained things goin’ in my strange brain
[Verse 1: B.o.B]