Paris Social Club Misfits (Ft. Xavier Omär)

[Intro: Marty]
I can't, I can't read, I don't have my glasses on
Yeah, I need them. Alright that's better

[Verse 1: Marty]
Unh, Social Club, Misfit Gang, Wolf Pack, the hardest crew
We the kids who beat the odds, we ain't trying to lose
They told us you can't change the world, that's probably true
But my God does the impossible like it's nothing new
Unh, alright
Party, sleep, repeat; flying to Paris in about two weeks
I'm wearing all gold like I'm Versace; well, not really cause that's not me
To tell you the truth, I don't like a Medusa
Top ten office songs on our computers, skippin' school like I'm Ferris Beuller
Aye, unh
I feel like Jesus at thirty-three
Surrounded by a bunch of friends that plan on murdering me
I want to be the man of God that God wants me to be
I'm not perfect, but I'm trying; it's just hard to see

[Pre-Chorus: Xavier Omär]
Well I got 15 on my leg, people give respect
Penelope all on my arm
Well I know I'm a wreck, people think I'm set
It never did me any harm