You Don't Know Anything About Me - Zebrahead

Standing on the corner and he’s creepin' like a villain

Don’t got no job so he’s thinking about stealin'

Cops on his 6 cause he looks like he be dealin'

High anxiety

My apologies

Tries to catch a break but he’s stuck up in the rat trap

Medication on vacation cause he can’t afford that

Flash back finger on the trigger ready for combat

High anxiety

Fake society

Are you right?

Are you wrong?

Do you think I think I don’t belong?

You don’t know anything at all about me

I won’t be falling on my knees

Begging 'kill me, kill me please'

Cause you don’t know anything at all me

Nothing about me

Got his hands in his pocket and his face is looking bloated

Had plans to advance then everything eroded

He gets fucked up to get fucked up, he’s overloaded

High anxiety

No sobriety

Had a broad and a squad before everything got shitty

Now he’s trippin' out on lean and crashing in the city

Got a tent with no rent on cement, oh what a pity

High anxiety

Fake society

Are you right?

Are you wrong?

Do you think I think

I don’t belong?

You don’t know anything at all about me

I won’t be falling on my knees

Begging 'kill me kill me please'

Cause you don’t know anything at all about me

Nothing about me

Day after day

Another life in decay

Another person to blame in the society game

Are you your brother’s keeper?

A sketchy creeper?

Should I get in deeper?

Do ya fear the reaper?

We are the prison and the jailor

We are hell bent on bad behavior

We are destined for failure

And that’s fucked up to me

Are you right?

Are you wrong?

Do you think I think

I don’t belong?

You don’t know anything at all about me

Are you right?

Are you wrong?

Do you think I think

I don’t belong?

You don’t know anything at all about me

I won’t be falling on my knees

Begging 'kill me, kill me please'

Cause you don’t know anything at all about me

Yeah you don’t know anything at all about me

You don’t know anything at all about me

At all about me, Blah