You a fan

With a strong arm I set the bar up too high

I'm so damn calm while I'm up in the sky

Please don't be alarmed that's where my skill resides

Where the souls swarm all on the other side

That means it's heavenly especially when treachery isn't fantasy

On a beat that I made I'm sort of backstabbing the things I create

Where's the fakers who haters secretly lovers under covers

Oh get your blanky and when you done with your nap wakey wakey

Cause you fan of the man from a band of misfits

Who mostly best dressed cause they don't mis with fits

Pissed off when they don't get the correct bits of change

But back to you cause you such a lame