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[Intro: Dr Flea]
That I ain’t right in the head
Well, then, what the fuck am I?
Well, then, what the fuck am I?

[Verse 1: Dr Flea]
Now I stand as a man and I’m focused
Writin' my life from my hands of devotion
And I spit grams that are dopest
Me and these beats got the plan in motion
Like YouTube to VEVO, Guru to Preemo
Made for each other, like the sand to the ocean
If I can resist ice in the land of the frozen
Then I can find hope in the land of the hopeless
I live in a place they call Melbourne
Where snakes and fakes, they ain’t all welcome
Where kids step before they crawl, where you’ll get slapped
For paintin’ a train before you painted a wall
You think they’re playin’ snooker, their face falls
The way they’re swingin’ a cue and hittin’ that eight ball
Dudes shootin’ points, but they don’t play ball
And they hittin’ up the China, but not the Great Wall

[Chorus: Dr Flea]
‘Cause if I ain’t wrong when I say that I ain’t right
In the head, well, then, what the fuck am I?
I’m crazy, I’m normal
I just know that I’m not like you

[Verse 2: Flowz Dilione]
I was raised on the west side, city of Melbz
It’s so cold here, but it’s like I’m livin’ in hell
Ever since I was fourteen, I've scored weed
Tryna make a million from a quarter ounce, talk’s cheap
I go to north streets, Newport flats
Where the reason for wakin’ up is to do more smack
Cops laugh whenever you fall flat
To those dogs, Ellum and Tyler were just two more lads
(Rest in peace) I used to sell bud in Werribee
But then I moved to Lara, started using methamphetamines
It was everywhere, sellin’ it on every street
I just took and used what they were tellin’ me in chemistry
Foot stray, Chemist Warehouse
Was where we used to go to get our pseudoephedrine
Melbourne is my best friend and my enemy
But I will never leave, bury me in the Williamstown cemetery, yeah

[Chorus: Dr Flea]
‘Cause if I ain’t wrong when I say that I ain’t right
In the head, well, then, what the fuck am I?
I’m crazy, I’m normal
I just know that I’m not like you

[Verse 3: Dr Flea]
I’m tryna find a buzz from the crime and drugs
It's what the pill that the doctor prescribed you does
Where we use the word “cunt” to describe a mate
And we use the word “mate" to describe a cunt
You get me? Shit gets violent, cuz
Pussies bleed if it’s that time of time of the month
And trust defines us, hear the sirens, run
And if you get done, then silence is a must
I ain’t tryna be a hard cunt, ‘cause I’m not
I’m just loyal, I ain’t got nothin’ to prove
But on top of that I ain’t got nothin’ to lose
I’m just doin’ what I’m doin’, ‘cause it's somethin’ to do
And that’s real, dudes act hard on a track
And try use "it's a rap" as a fuckin’ excuse, but
All I need is a mic and a beat
These Nikes on my feet and my life is complete