WEiRDO Songtext
von KINNA MONE

They call me Kinna Mone
I got that spice on my skin
Only 154 centimetres
But I drip all over your head
And no, I ain′t no child
Though I been writing since I was a kid
Used to fumble with lyrics as recess
Now I'm spitting bars like Hershey′s and Twix
Like who is she?


I leave 'em speechless
I do me I don't need preachers
And idols don′t need perfect figures
I′m here for the pleasure the p's and the pictures
I′m here for the leisure and tea so please Mr
Don't bother to bother me with all your lectures
Ain′t no time to waste on your ego trippin'
My clock be tick, tick, ticking
See I′m here for a life worth living
So go ahead go along with your snickering
Just step aside if you ain't gon' listen

Yo, yo
Second hand, third hand, fourth, sixth, eight
I don′t fuck with new shit, there ain′t no debating
Like my weed green and my planet greener
My Nike's dirty my words flowing cleaner
Like my chains gold I don′t go for the silver
Like my crown with a fro with a frizz
Y'all better take notes there′s gon be a quizz
(תרשום כפרה)

'Cause I′m a weirdo
I'm a freak (I'm a freak)
I′m doing me, don′t give a fuck 'bout what y′all think (what you think)
Haters gon' hate tho
I don′t mind, yo
'Cause they be wishing they had half of what is mine
What is mine


I′m autodidactic not born with it all
Nah, okay
The shit that I know came from taking the fall (watch out)
Don't sweat it though, I got this so
Don't worry sit back enjoy the show
It′s guaranteed you′ll be back for more
(It's guaranteed you′ll be back for more)

I can't go two weeks without seeing my homies
I′m waiting on them to get home from the army
Ain't easy to live where the conflict still lives
Too easy to forget that we′re all human
Mama's maakuda gotta have curcumin
I don't bother to shave my hair beautiful
Soil′s in my nails ′cause I'm tight with my plants
North African roots made Aliya through France

Floss my teeth on the way to the bus
Pick my nose when I need to, I don′t make a fuss
I dance to the rhythm when I'm on the move
I don′t walk anymore, I fuck with the groove

'Cause I′m a weirdo
I'm a freak (I'm a freak)
I′m doing me, don′t give a fuck 'bout what y′all think (what you think)
Haters gon' hate tho
I don′t mind, yo
'Cause they be wishing they had half of what is mine

Said I′m a weirdo
I'm a freak (I'm a freak)
I′m doing me, don′t give a fuck 'bout what y′all think (what you think)
I'm pushing forward
I′m on my grind
'Cause now′s my time and I'ma leave the dust behind

My smile's still crooked, though I had blue braces in fourth grade
"Late bloomer, tomboy, freak" heard ′em voices every day
I′m spreading love and music, guess that's my current crusade
Made ′em, mm, made 'em voices
Made ′em voices bow down like touché