Can’t You tell I’m a Sociopath

Lyrics for Can’t You tell I’m a Sociopath

I'm dressed like a punk singer killing - with a humdinger But to tell who I am you don't need no sketch artist Cause I rep the hardest on a cassette cartridge I am Driver, you know me? Act right and yell out to me And yell out to me, and yell out to me And yell out to me, and yell out to me Cause I was the cutest kid who blew the wigs at music gigs Yes I am the putrid -, you know how Driver does Wake up, I know you see me when I'm blowing dope In school zones, I'm too grown, can't you tell? Wake up, I know you see me when I'm on the road I'm en vogue turnt, can't you tell? Can't you tell? Can't you tell? Is it cause of how we did this here way before we could earn a wage? Is it cause of how I fit my hood in a turn of phrase? Is it cause my niggas know this world's a perfect cage? I don't know, do you get it? Can't you tell? See I'm fly, at least I try not to try dressing weird, DIY DIT, BYO, A-B-C-D-fill in the blanks Subculture anthro-poly-amour-indie glamour Simply wholesome chicks want me to hold 'em, stroke 'em Over here, I'm over hill, been slicing awesome, what can I say? This shit that I'm involved in, I used to revolve around it often Now we the small talk of the big town, that's small talk with tall box When they sit down, do you get it now? Make it legit now Wake up, I know you see me when I'm blowing dope In school zones, I'm too grown, can't you tell? Wake up, I know you see me when I'm on the road I'm en vogue turnt, can't you tell? I mean I know I always say some dumb stuff like this Only I would leave the house dressed like this man You could tell it's me I rep that L.A. nigga without the mineral peel Hopping off those minstrel's heels, my dap hand stays upturned I stuff urns with buzz terms cause I'm crazed Cause I'm crazed, cause I'm crazed I show off signs of dementia, just throw my mind in a blender Me and my niggas was often used as target practice Without no troop aid in spacesuit grade starter jackets But we did our shit anyway, we did our - the way we wanted Wake up I'm from Hellfyre Club my dude Can't you tell? Wake up I'm from Los Angeles homie Can't you tell? Can't you tell? I know you can Can't you tell? Can't you tell? (You can tell it's me) Can't you tell? Perfect Hair, VerBS, Driver, Hellfyre Club