Extra Lyrics

Yeah

(Be so extra)

I don't get it man

All I'm doin' is try'na be me

(Why you gotta be so extra?)

I ain't makin' none of this shit up

It's all me

Just breakin' it down for you

You feel this rage alive, all caged inside, it's like lightning

Striking you right in your mind, you start writing

Page after page, you grind

Until you can't stand writin' and you hate the lines

So why fight with your conscience, nonsense

It's like fuckin' constant ringing all in my ear, might'a lost it

I'm tryin' not to vomit, I'm nauseous

But God, I am not who I thought that I was

And it's like gettin' dropped from the top of this mountain

I'm down and it's now like I quit, this is it, but I'm bound not to flop

If you countin' me out, better stop it

I promise my shit's gonna get where I want it

Come out with so much animosity, I just be knockin' these cock suckers down

And the hostility's gonna build when you clowns gettin' stopped

From the mockery that you causin' me

And now you outta see

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?

Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

I go from an alcoholic, to a workaholic

Back to an alcoholic and now my wallet's become my best friend

How the fuck can I resolve it

I don't fault no one but me and all my problems

I just crawl 'em into a ball and throw them out

The more you doubt, the more that I'm sure I'll bounce back and fight

With this mic, I won't mind the sound

Of ninety thousand people in a lively crowd

All booin' me out the building, I'll still be doin' this when I'm filthy rich

You gonna wish you killed me right about now

The villain is more enforcing

Your in for the warning of the origin story

So of course I'll be back in Jordan tee and slacks

And act like an asshole, ignoring your feedback

The more that I'm here, the more I may

Get you angry with that look on your face

'Cause they would always say

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?

Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

People ask me, what will you do if you become a big timer

Um, I don't know, maybe try to spit rhymes more

Release music, like what do you think I'm suppose to do

Sit back with a pack of Miller in a recliner

This is my job now, I'm starting out as an intern

So I can learn just all about this game like everyday

Ready for anything that would enter in my way

My demo tapes are like my resumes

Bitch, I cannot even imagine my mom and dad

Looking back where I'm at, being practically happy I'm rapping

It's sad, but in fact if I asked for some cash

They would laugh in my face, so I have no other way

But actually that means I keep attacking

And rap until this path leads me to the top

I ain't askin' for no hand outs and I ain't kissin' ass now

I'm sick of hearin' you ask me

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?

Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?

Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?

Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?