I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

Standing with an army I'm standing with an army When I'm with you When I'm with you (when I'm with you) Yet you understand Yeah like no one can We both know what they say about us But they don't stand a chance because I know that I've been messed up

I understand about indecision But I don't care if I get behind People livin' in competition All I want is to have my peace of mind Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying Future's coming much too slow And you want to run but

Even if we try and it all burns down We can, we can, we can work it out We can, we can, we can, we can work it out But we can, we can, we can, we can work it out Don't you walk away I've given too much of me Can't you understand? I know that it's hard to

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand I'm never changing who I am I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town 'Cause after all This city

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Baby, you understand me now? If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don'tcha know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip