Discover the poetic beauty in ‘I’m Different’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
I’m different, yeah I’m different
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
Pull to the scene, but my roof gone
When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone
And I beat the pussy like a new song
2 Chainz but I got me a few on
Everything hot, skip lukewarm
Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
I don’t feel good, but my trigger happy
But the stripper happy, but they wish had me
And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet
And me and you are cut from a different fabric
I fucked her so good it’s a bad habit
Bitch sit down, you got a bad atti’
Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy
You ain’t going nowhere like a bad navi
Ass so big, I told her to look back at it
Look back it, look back it
Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic
I am so high, attic
I am so high like an, addict
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2 Chainz got your girl on the celly
And when I get off the celly
I made her meet at the telly
When she meet at the telly
I put it straight in the belly
When it go in her belly, it ain’t shit you can tell me
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
I paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers
Ye told ya, a hundred k for a feature
Ee-er Ee-er, sound of the bed
Beat it up, beat it up, then I get some head
Well I might get some head, then I beat it up
I don’t give a f*ck, switch it up, nigga live it up
Yeah it’s going down, so get up
Might valet park a Brinks truck
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