Weird Friends

[Verse One: P.O.S.] I ain't like ya'll, I'm into weird shit I'm in the back getting weird with my weird friends Hugging the bass line, Hopin' you feel this And these rhymes ain't tight, they are terrorish And that girl's not white, she's an anarchist And we float like kites through your turbulence Born our throats slit Self-stitched raised to aim over it Soldier with no king War with the war on me I am more than this world lets me be So I be like a beast Let em bleed Let me see through the fear man I don't even live here! Self taught Wrong Barrel on no kings y'all come along We never trying to be the best at some bullshit Naw let the rest crawl I'mma get out right now [Hook: P.O.S.] This world’s got a whole lot of locked doors We decided not to live here anymore Find a way to trade tragic for savage We insist on a life less average This world’s got a whole lot of locked doors We decided not to live here anymore Picked though the norm Didn’t fit Didn’t stick to the script Didn’t care We don’t even live here [Verse 2: P.O.S.] We ain't like them, we into weird shit Me and my friends disappear when the lights hit Roach wag, same kinda path Stash no crap trying to gag in your Coach bag For laughs, something about your money Trust no rich folks empty out the tummy on your math That's how I feel about that Back to that good old fashioned class warfare Ain't enough, and the cash got the young punks Stab any rapper and laugh when he piss blood So human, all flawed Found my world trying to test those odds Best flows chose for the wreck not the rep When the set's done no one's up next And no one's upset And no one holds breath anymore, right? Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick Explore [Hook]