John Anthony - Extra

Yeah
(Be so extra)
I don't get it man
All I'm doin' is try'na be me
(Why you gotta be so extra?)
I ain't makin' none of this shit up
It's all me
Just breakin' it down for you
You feel this rage alive, all caged inside, it's like lightning
Striking you right in your mind, you start writing
Page after page, you grind
Until you can't stand writin' and you hate the lines
So why fight with your conscience, nonsense
It's like fuckin' constant ringing all in my ear, might'a lost it
I'm tryin' not to vomit, I'm nauseous
But God, I am not who I thought that I was
And it's like gettin' dropped from the top of this mountain
I'm down and it's now like I quit, this is it, but I'm bound not to flop
If you countin' me out, better stop it
I promise my shit's gonna get where I want it
Come out with so much animosity, I just be knockin' these cock suckers down
And the hostility's gonna build when you clowns gettin' stopped
From the mockery that you causin' me
And now you outta see
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?
Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
I go from an alcoholic, to a workaholic
Back to an alcoholic and now my wallet's become my best friend
How the fuck can I resolve it
I don't fault no one but me and all my problems
I just crawl 'em into a ball and throw them out
The more you doubt, the more that I'm sure I'll bounce back and fight
With this mic, I won't mind the sound
Of ninety thousand people in a lively crowd
All booin' me out the building, I'll still be doin' this when I'm filthy rich
You gonna wish you killed me right about now
The villain is more enforcing
Your in for the warning of the origin story
So of course I'll be back in Jordan tee and slacks
And act like an asshole, ignoring your feedback
The more that I'm here, the more I may
Get you angry with that look on your face
'Cause they would always say
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?
Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
People ask me, what will you do if you become a big timer
Um, I don't know, maybe try to spit rhymes more
Release music, like what do you think I'm suppose to do
Sit back with a pack of Miller in a recliner
This is my job now, I'm starting out as an intern
So I can learn just all about this game like everyday
Ready for anything that would enter in my way
My demo tapes are like my resumes
Bitch, I cannot even imagine my mom and dad
Looking back where I'm at, being practically happy I'm rapping
It's sad, but in fact if I asked for some cash
They would laugh in my face, so I have no other way
But actually that means I keep attacking
And rap until this path leads me to the top
I ain't askin' for no hand outs and I ain't kissin' ass now
I'm sick of hearin' you ask me
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?
Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?
Why you gotta seem so messed up, so messed up, so messed up?
Why you got the need to offend her, to offend her, to offend her?
Why you gotta be so extra, so extra, so extra?

Written by:
Anthony Grandinetti

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