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busdriver - can't you tell i'm a sociopath? lyrics

you could tell it’s me

[verse 1: busdriver]
i’m dressed like a punk singer k!lling – with a humdinger
but to tell who i am you don’t need no sketch artist
cause i rep the hardest on a c-ssette cartridge
i am driver, you know me? act right and yell out to me
and yell out to me, and yell out to me
and yell out to me, and yell out to me
cause i was the cutest kid who blew the wigs at music gigs
yes i am the future nig -, you know how driver does

[hook]
wake up, i know you see me when i’m blowing dope
in school zones, i’m too grown, can’t you tell?
wake up, i know you see me when i’m on the road
i’m en vogue turnt, can’t you tell? can’t you tell? can’t you tell?
is it cause of how we did this here way before we could earn a wage?
is it cause of how i fit my hood in a turn of phrase?
is it cause my n-ggas know this world’s a perfect cage?
i don’t know, do you get it? can’t you tell?

[verse 2: verbs]
see i’m fly, at least i try not to try dressing weird, diy
dit, byo, a-b-c-d-fill in the blanks
subculture anthro-poly-amour-indie glamour
simply wholesome chicks want me to hold ’em, stroke ’em
over here, i’m over hill, been slicing awesome, what can i say?
this sh-t that i’m involved in, i used to revolve around it often
now we the small talk of the big town, that’s small talk with tall box
when they sit down, do you get it now? make it legit now

[hook]

i mean i know i always say some dumb stuff like this
only i would leave the house dressed like this man
you could tell it’s me

[verse 3: busdriver]
i rep that l.a. n-gga without the mineral peel
hopping off those minstrel’s heels, my dap hand stays upturned
i stuff urns with buzz terms cause i’m crazed
cause i’m crazed, cause i’m crazed
i show off signs of dementia, just throw my mind in a blender
me and my n-ggas was often used as target practice
without no troop aid in sp-cesuit grade starter jackets
but we did our sh-t anyway, we did our – the way we wanted

i’m from h-llfyre club my dude
i’m from los angeles homie
can’t you tell? i know you can
perfect hair, verbs, driver, h-llfyre club

- busdriver lyrics

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