Busdriver, VerBS - Can't You Tell I'm A Sociopath? lyrics

You could tell it's me
You could tell it's me
You could tell it's me

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 rap 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 future nig
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 in the 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 in the vogue turnt, can't you tell?
I mean I know I always say
Some dumb stuff like this (Can't you tell?)
Only I would leave the
House dressed like this, man
(Can't you tell?)
You could tell it's me (Uh)
You could tell it's me (Word, uh)
You could tell it's me (Word, uh)
You could tell it's me (Word, let's get 'em)
You could tell it's me (Word)
You could tell it's me (Word)
Can't you tell?

I rep that LA 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 the 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, yeah

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? (You could tell it's me)
Can't you tell? (You could tell it's me)
Can't you tell?
Perfect Hair, VerBS, Driver, Hellfyre Club