Verse B.o.B]
C#m
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
E
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
F#m
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
G#m
I stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
C#m
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
E
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he plays the guitar
F#m
Never had friends but me and Franklin was dawgs
G#m
Somewhere between insane and famous, guess my brain's a little off
C#m
I'm in the b-b-basement havin' d-d-dangerous typa thoughts
E
I pace for hours, hit the fuckin' vaporizer and cough
F#m
Kill everything I see and leave behind a mountain of chalk
G#m
I took the hand that I was dealt and made a house outta cards
C#m
You can't compare me to anyone, swag on Area 51
E
Blowin' purple crop circles, pack is loud as a intercom
F#m
Anti-gravity moon suit
G#m
Went from being who are you to chillin' with the who's who
C#m
Paranoid of more than story-tales in science fiction
E
Sleepin' with a fat burner like I'm tryna watch my figure
F#m
Wanna cut me out the picture get some bigger scissors
G#m
I-I stop shittin' on these niggas, but I never been a quitter
C#m
Yeah, so join the D#.o.B hate fest
E
I would say "Fuck ya" but I practice in safe sex
F#m
Signin' off, young Jedi on the red eye
G#m
Rap god, I should have my own prayer line
Ay man, Ray Bans
[Hook: B.o.B]
C#m
Like I don't belong
E
I feel like I don't belong
F#m
Like I don't belong
G#m C#m
Like a extra-terrestrial
E
Extraterrestrial, oh
F#m
Extraterrestrial
G#m
Extraterrestrial, oh
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
C#m
Oh my god, it's the Martian
E
Stuntin' in them Son of Mars Jordans
F#m
It must be the shoes, the stars in the sky won't start 'em
G#m
Far from the norm', bitch I'm Norman Bates awkward
C#m
But nothing's far fetched when a underdog's barkin'
E
But they could get checked if I don't sign my goons forge it
F#m
I don't phone home, I phone homies
G#m
And catch you at your home with your homies, spoil a moment
C#m
Extra-extra-terrestrial, extra clips, extra bitch
E
Homie I don't fear shit like excision, neck a twist
F#m
Gettin' high on extra shit with extra kick to kick my ass
G#m
And after I put all bullshit to the side, I lick my hands from a
C#m
Different world's Dwayne Wayne
E
Unexplained things goin' in my strange brain
F#m
Unidentified flyin' object Wayne's plane
G#m
'Cause I be on that Mary, I don't fuck with plain Jane
C#m
Drugs in the backpack, no room for E.T
E
Eyes on my kneecaps, don't look, I'm knee deep
F#m
All I do is fall back, smoke kush and keep seeds
G#m
Swallow 'em with some water, cut myself and bleed weed
C#m
Having trouble bein' human, let alone a human being
E
Have trouble shootin' a breeze not a M-16 (Bop)
F#m
I fear without no understandin', that will be my own fear
G#m
And they don't understand me, I know I don't belong here
Tunechi
[Hook: B.o.B]
C#m
Like I don't belong
E
I feel like I don't belong
F#m
Like I don't belong
G#m C#m
Like a extra-terrestrial
E
Extraterrestrial, oh
F#m
Extraterrestrial
G#m
Extraterrestrial, oh