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Just gotta be me So many voices PJ, you're not mainstream enough, yeah Would you consider us changing some stone? Like everything about who you are, ah No offense, we're just trying to make you a star But I must admit, I'm claustrophobic I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything I can see right in front of me PJ, you're not quite street enough Thug life my nigga Actor, little more time Oh, can you switch your star up a little more? You can be yourself, lay down for now And need the religion But I must admit, I'm claustrophobic I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything I can see right in front of me Can't see, the forest for the trees SongtexteThe movement for the breeze Standing on my own feet Can't see, what you might want from me Think it's better if we be ourselves They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans Go so, why I dabble with negative energy When all I really fiend is impossi sensibility Not the hardest rapper but I'm 'bout it much as Master P Don't play with me, five-0 for my home Don't you know that Flooding through the streets You should probably take a kodak Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived The truest never lie and I need a little space 'Cause I'm bad at doing me Just reside if you are late I'm claustrophobic I have a hard time to fit into your small mind And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything I can see right in front of me Another man, just gotta be you I think that the thing makes us unique It's our differences with our treasures Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box And never seen again, don't think it's possible Aus Songtexte Mania