E.T. (Feat. Lil Wayne) – B.o.B – letras

[Hook: B. o. B]Like I don’t belongI feel like I don’t belongLike I don’t belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, ohExtra-TerrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, oh[Verse 1: B. o. B]Yeah, basically I’m an alien to y’allI guess I’m, speaking in different languages than y’allI guess, all you know is my aliases allI stepped into the Hall of Fameand put my frame on the wallI’m like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vaultThey gated me off, by Hendrix while they play the guitarNever had friends but me and Franklin was dawgsSomewhere between insane and famousguess my brain’s a little offI’m in the b-b-basementhavin’ d-d-dangerous typa thoughtsI pace for hours, hit the fuckin’ vapourisin’ coughKill everything I seeand leave behind a mountain of chalkI took the hand that I was dealtand made a house outta cardsYou can’t compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51Blowin’ purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercomAnti-gravity moon suitWent from being who are you to chillin’with the who’s whoParanoid of more than story-tales in science fictionSleepin’ with a fat burner like I’m tryna watch my figureWanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissorsI-I stop shittin’ on these niggas, but I never been a quitterYeah, so join the B. o. B hate fenceI would say « Fuck ya » but I practice in safe sexSignin’ off, young Jedi on the red eyeRap god, I should have my own pray lineAy man, Ray Bands[Hook: B. o. B]Like I don’t belongI feel like I don’t belongLike I don’t belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, ohExtra-TerrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, oh[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]Oh my god, it’s the MartianStuntin’ in them Son of Mars JordansIt must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won’t start ’emFar from the norm’, bitch I’m Norman Bates awkwardBut nothing’s far fetched when a underdog’s barkin’But they could get checkedif I don’t sign my goons forge itI don’t phone home, I phone homiesAnd catch you at your home with your homiesspoil a momentExtra-extra-terrestrialExtra clips, extra bitch, homieI don’t fear shit like excision, neck a twistGettin’ high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my assAnd after I put all bullshit to the sideI lick my hands from a different world’s Dwayne WayneUnexplained things goin’ in my strange brainUnidentified flyin’ object Wayne’s plane’Cause I be on that Mary, I don’t fuck with plain JaneDrugs in the backpack, no room for E. TEyes on my kneecaps, don’t look up knee deepAll I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seedsSwallow ’em with some water, cut myself and bleed weedHaving trouble bein’ human, let alone a human beingHave trouble shootin’ a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)I feel without no understandin’, that will be my own fearAnd they don’t understand meI know I don’t belong hereTunechi[Hook: B. o. B]Like I don’t belongI feel like I don’t belongLike I don’t belongLike a extra-terrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, ohExtra-TerrestrialExtra-Terrestrial, oh