Verse 1
A teenage hermit – like crabs in gees
My mates brought me misery
So I ditched those there enemies
To find the friend in me
Those cunts made – me feel lesser
In solitude I felt much better
Let my peers, the pressure - pressure
Fucked out lies, for honest gestures
Found myself - in my own wee head
Took the don't give a fuck route instead
Deep in thought – self stylin’
Swapped cryin’ for smilin’
I got bullied didn’t need a shrink
Just a pen a pad and time to think
Like Robert Johnson I sang the blues
Homesick – alone sick – with nout to do
Chorus
I'm not like you - keep it in your head
I'm - Not - Like - You
Verse 2
Confident - used to lack that quality
Didn't get that from - St. Malachy's
Them cunts – want a flock of sheep
Just as well I self taught to lead
From back of class - learnt stacks of knowledge
A 2:1 in life, without the college
Give us the long route – in this life
I’m sharp like a blade on a Limerick knife
Aye…I’m as hard as water
My brain’s rare like Geldoff’s daughter
So I learned to ignore
Those dicks ceased to care anymore
I’ve a hard head – mentally – physically
Strict attitudes don’t yap like Yosemite
Sam – yes ma’am – I’m a man
But – but I’m no football fan
Straightened my back
Used both straps on my red rucksack
Gained respect from those jerks
Shocked I walked with – self worth
Fickle ones – mocked at the start
I stayed strong like Wim Hof’s heart
Paid my dues – drank my juice
Learned all about what it’s like to lose
Verse 3
The lads – let me in their crowd
Head locked me to break me down
But this locksmith picked their grip open
Back when I was softly spoken
Broke my mould – it had to go
Now I walk by cunts with nout to show
Deadbeat dads – aerosol bags
And all this talk about shit they had
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One of my favorite records ever. So good, I bought it twice; once on CD at a Tribe One show, and again here on Bandcamp so I could listen to it on the app whenever I wanted. It's amazing. One of the best records of the year, hands down. Insane Ian