I’m wayward a strange bird but I ain’t cursed get the pages signed by a hater Meet your maker Make my day and take care Get a pen hold that sentence to yourself you ain’t got the sense to play a player The game a game changer For me for you it’s another day gazing at a blank space in the papers Loose change falling out your tailors for the neighbors While I hold my sense when I’m talking to a banker Cause these life savers ain’t got enough weight to save ya ya need a savior And I got shit to do so don’t ask muthafucker take yours My behavior makes sense if you were raised But your parents didn’t take the time to teach creatively to something that should have been a stain first Rearrange your brain to think and if your mom and dad say it ain’t about winners and losers chances are their losers that forgot not to blink Get a grip you listening to shit like you convinced it’s the Torah The creed of a leader is he don’t listen to shit he ignores ya So when you become a teen they think you gunna carry the traditions like a fedora, Distortion in your head now time to wake up Aurora, The formula to any sport is to know who’s all in And when you hit the pot grab the board like you ballin, Get the fuck off the bench like you squatting, That’s appalling what you lifting converse from the thrift shop you conning, I’m nodding yes to the boss as he’s pushing and prodding Then I walk away then I make em all pucker up and kiss my ass like a linebacker cause I’m the offense this set up should register as alarming I’m a bad taste I’m wayward This game a rat race I’m wayward I’m wayward Earth is mine I’m on my way to the strange I’m a bad guy a villain wayward