Got Me Wrong

[Hook : Mantra, Parvyn Kaur Singh in the background]
If I am only, a shallow motif
I know I don't belong
But you won't really, see the real me
Before you hear my songs
Cause I am lonely, but don't mistake me
Or think that I ain't strong
I know you think you know me, but you don't know me
And you have got me wrong

[Verse 1 : Mantra]

I'd be lying if I said I was a perfect man
I tried to tell 'em, I never had no dirty hands
In all honesty I've been in the corner before
It's all path of the course in accordance with the plan

More than what you would've gathered from a first glance
More often than not I'm tricky to understand
Anonymous anomaly with no apology, an oddity
With a division of psychology

My inner demons are riddled with dichotomies
A 'Ripley's Believe It or Not' ideology
Striving to find the right philosophy
All the while fine-tuning the life policies
Intercepted on the regular, constantly
As if the interjections are involuntary
And I'd love to think I ain't let it bother me
But everywhere I go the self-doubt follow me

[Hook : Mantra, Parvyn Kaur Singh in the background]
If I am only, a shallow motif
I know I don't belong
But you won't really, see the real me
Before you hear my songs
Cause I am lonely, but don't mistake me
Or think that I ain't strong
I know you think you know me, but you don't know me
And you have got me wrong

[Verse 2 : Mantra]
No wonder I'm nervous and anxious
When all I see is a world full of madness
Early impressions, knee-jerk reactions
Trivial materials that serve as attachments
'Bout to lose my brain, an migraines
As my feigned interest wanes and migrates
Seems to me, we all weak at the knees
And eager to please, somebody we could never appease

[Extra Hook : Parvyn Kaur Singh, Mantra]
If I am only, a shallow motif
I know I don't belong
But you won't really, see the real me
Before you hear my songs
Cause I am lonely, but don't mistake me
Or think that I ain't strong
I know you think you know me, but you don't know me
And you have got me wrong

[Verse 3 : Mantra]
Yo, Yo
Not the type to wanna battle a stranger
Music, the preferred method of channeling anger
Deep thought, 24 channels of man, I've seen more
Than the average man should a had to endure
Sure, I can act flamboyant and sure, it's sorta for my own enjoyment
But never would let it affect my love for the music
Or playing it humble in front of my muses
You just see a character portrayed on stage
An think you got it figured out, but the inside word on what I think about
What the gossip and scandal, what the ins and outs
What the soup?What the juice? wanna wring it out?
Wanna talk liquor till you out of breath
All the talking will be my death
Unimpressed with the methods Ill render with the
Rhythm and chronology, more than you ever could
Merely living in a fantasy

[Hook :Mantra, Parvyn Kaur Singh]
If I am only, a shallow motif
I know I don't belong
But you won't really, see the real me
Before you hear my songs
Cause I am lonely, but don't mistake me
Or think that I ain't strong
I know you think you know me, but you don't know me
And you have got me wrong