Everybody says i'm dreary
Don't wanna hear my f-ed up theories
But i think those minds are lazy
Go ahead and call me crazy
Maybe i just can't be complacent
Maybe i just see all the latent fire in the world a-waitin'
Clouds of gasoline so fat with rain
I see the hurricane of flamin'-zombies, guns a-blazin'
Raisin' hell like freddy vs. jason
Maybe i should just be patient?
'stead-a hatin'? 'stead-a mental-masturbatin'?
Maybe i should look inside my heart and see the parts coagulating
Every time i step outside i know there's something wrong
Teenage wolf gangs chanting kill them all - it's such an odd future
I can never hold a candle to a middle-class skate-punk vandal
Raised on racial poetry who knows i'm old enough to be his father
Why bother, i'm fodder for bloggers like pigs to the slaughter
A squatter, a poser who can't even pretend to posture
Every time i step outside i know there's something wrong
Teenage wolf gangs chanting kill them all - it's such an odd future
They all be walkin' around
Head in the clouds
I'm the only one with feet on the ground
Dumb-ass, it's contagious
Your reasonin' is fallacious
Why should i get impatient
With the world out masqueradin'
Just order me some malaysian hair
So i can fit in with all y'all here
Tryin' to make sense of it
But it's no use i'm-a let it rest
Aliens in my consciousness
That's why they call me a crazy bitch
Every day the same thing
People tryin' to maintain
Workin' hard playin' harder
Blowin' up i'm a fire-starter
Every time i step outside i know there's something wrong
No one sees headless teems of riders on the lawn
So every time the sun goes down i feel like Ichabod
Teenage wolf gangs chanting kill them all - it's such an odd future
Odd Future was written by Robyn Troup & Bleu McAuley.
Odd Future was produced by Bleu McAuley.