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Ain't nothing usual 'bout me Said ain't nothing usual, I live in the studio I'm clocking in like I work in a cubicle The kid is unusual, my bitch is unusual (huh, yeah) Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I put that on whoever doubt me I'm going manic, she calling me Fousey But nothing delusional 'bout me (facts) Sometimes I talk 'bout my music They tell me that I need to cool it around me But look at my numbers, then look at your numbers Like, why you refusin' to count me? I'm like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she never wanted to pick up on my line I was too awkward, I acted like Einstein Tryin' to put together the pieces in my mind Too many hours on internet, faking my intellect in my bed Making a universe with my time (huh) I'm livin' life auto-pilot, 'cause I'm so fly and I'm not even tryin' (huh) Ain't nothin' changed but the cosmetics Defense mechanism make 'em all jealous If they ain't gonna listen to me (huh, ooo) Guess they gonna listen to the Margielas (huh) I hope that when they listen, make it all better But that's a big ask, in some tall letters When I'm needin them most, I know they gone either go ghost and then switch up on they colors like the fall weather SongtexteOk Back, back, back, back, back See me in the back of the class when I rap (facts) You be on the Snapchat, chat, chat No filter like the water on the tap, tap, tap (huh) I've been movin' way too fast, I'm just tryna make it last (yeah) Tryna get my aiming back, sorry that you came in last (yeah, hol' up) Ain't nothing usual 'bout me Said ain't nothing usual, uh But can you blame me, I'm crazy God already scheduled my funeral (yeah, yeah) The kid is unusual My bitch is unusual (huh, yeah) Ain't nothing usual 'bout me Said ain't nothing usual (B. Lou!) Ain't nothin' usual 'bout me Clear as the vision, expensive the mission I am not Kim, but I did the impossible Drop me the addy, that's where I'mma hit I got the sticks, I'm sendin' up blizzards Just like a blender, leave your ass mixed Ain't nothing usual, designer my fit I keep a .40, Glock, counter full kick B. Lou a diamond was formed under pressure Feel like olympic, I'm winning a medal Want me to fall, but a nigga won't let up Everything usual, hunnids my paper You got the check, cause you gotta pay me Run up the digits, add up the money Bitches wanna love me, kick it like rugby I got the hunnids, count 'em in public Yeah I stay true to myself, saying we gucci Better stay true to your belt Fuck all that shit, never knew how I felt Plaques all in gold, I got two on my shelf Yeah I'm 17, how you 45 tryna' fuck in my mentions Bank got so many commas Shit's looking like a run on sentence (yeah) Yeah, ayy, that's some unusual shit, huh I mix designer with 2010 new balance That's an unusual fit (huh) Car got QUADECA all caps on the plates like that's an unusual whip Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, I'm an unusual kid Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual I live in a studio I'm clocking in like I work in a cubicle, uh The kid is unusual, my bitch is unusual, uh Ain't nothing usual 'bout me, said ain't nothing usual Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania