Black Sheep - Rare Americans

I’m what you call a black sheep

Always happy, I know

You can’t control a black sheep

This is how we, we roll

Fuck getting lucky who do you think is making real money

Signing shitty deals soaked in honey

Write a formulaic tune, make it original and cool

We don’t give a fuck about your goddamned rules

Maybe we’re drinking our own kool-aid

Blinders on, thinking that a lot of our shit is great

48 on the 50 man list, trying to earn a spot

They say «I don’t hear hits!»

You won’t stop me

You won’t stop me

I’ll get up even if you drop me

You won’t stop me

You won’t stop me

I’ll get up even if you knock me out

We want nerves

We don’t sing about indulgence or partying

We’re the black sheep

We’re the black sheep

And if you don’t like it, axe me

Can’t control a black sheep

This is how we, we roll

I’m thinking like a black sheep

Should I stay home?

Should I go?

Break up songs, top playlists

It’s all about making hits, hits, hits

Tabloid drama, stage risks

Contractual relationships

Who’s who in this fucking zoo

Better question, can I trust any of you?

We don’t care what people say

We’re always gonna do shit our way

C’mon, what’d you expect?

You won’t stop me

You won’t stop me

I’ll get up even if you drop me

You won’t stop me

You won’t stop me

I’ll get up even if you knock me out

We want nerves

We don’t sing about indulgence or partying

We’re the black sheep

We’re the black sheep

And if you don’t like it, axe me