People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone
Blowin the purple
Slow as a turtle
So down to tell a
Versace
Watch me
But cooking the money
Off the books it's not just hooks
I know I look a little bit strange
But probably your little opinion will change
And change and change and change again
The only consistence is change my friend
Use your brain, my friend
It's a game my friend
I know, I don't like it—it's lame my friend
Everything always the same my friend
Even when everything change my friend
It's the same my friend
It's the same my friend
The game might end one day, till then
I'm strange, my friend, I'm strange my friend
Straaaaange
It's nothing my friend
It's nothing my friend
I'm up in the morning and puffing, my friend
I beat it from yuck my friend
I typically never really give a fuck my friend
What up my friend
What up my friend
Something something
Anything anything
Anything anything
Anything anything
Straaaange
Say what we wanna say
Live how we wanna live
Play how we wanna play
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
People are savages
Animals, scavengers
Mammals and activists
People are managing people
People are rapping steady, see
People look like Clapton
Clapping and snapping
People get fapped on, slept on, stepped on
People get kept from presidents, dead ones
People, they can't run
Redrum
Redrum is murder
Meat is murder
People are burgers
Transitive property:
People are murder
People? Ted Turner
Build-a-burgers
[People flack burners]
People just burnt one, learned one
People flee from having no freedom
Hell is people
Let my people go
People ignored them
Leave some that's snoring
Opinions, I'm yawning
Warning: people are boring
People they love it when
People they rub him the wrong way
People are strange like the song say
Strange, strange like the song say
He was always a little different