Luyện nghe bài hát Falling out of fitting in

I'm falling out of in,
The so fake and I'm sick of it,
I no friends, I won't pretend,
I'll be gone when the music

1
When I was no one ever kissed me,
People dismissed me, just pipsqueak,
I emceed I was just an angry,
Teenage boy to the ataris,
Up in my room I would the door,
Shadow box my and write on walls,
I got sick of fakeness so I faking,
Told the whole how I felt with a blade an',
In the end when it all down,
My friends stopped when I wouldn't play out,
Always had a problem with the effort,
Cuz I, hate and hate to be messed with,
I disengage, myself society,
alone and go home quietly,
I be arsed wit keepin up appearances,
So I'm gone in another act.

I'm out of fitting in,
I've taught myself how to again,
I have no friends, I pretend,
be gone when the music ends

2
Me the world, Me against authority,
Me myself cause I hate conformity,
I couldn't about playing the game,
I pay no lip service, ask or take,
never kissed ass but I've kicked a few,
People hate cause I won't do what tell me to,
I'm a man and I won't be around,
I won't let people try to bring me down,
I up for myself and all that is right,
When it comes to it, my art is my life,
I like to write about my and emotions,
it with the world for kids across oceans,
Who to every word that I say,
Cause they're going through it too and they feel the way,
Who write to me me their life has changed,
they heard my words & they felt my pain!

I'm falling out of in,
I've talked myself out of in,
I have no friends, I pretend,
be gone when the music ends

3
My without music? Something I can't imagine,
would I be in this life without rapping?
I'll you something, I probably wouldn't be here,
Without Outcast I would disappear,
even when I'm in a room full of people,
I still feel alone and I wanna speak to em,
I depression is a hell of a disease,
And being comes easy to me,
But I do find a of release,
In every cd and song I release,
Knowing that my made a change in the world,
My inbox full of emails girls,
It makes me feel good but my remains,
And when I go home still the same,
Writing in this pad as I my escape,
be gone when the music fades.