Sauce Is Matisse - Mattspergers Lyrics

I'll likely take you literal, missing all the subliminal
Meanings that you were meaning to mean by the hints, I've been a fool
I'm pretty pitiful, pissing upon the pedestal
Of petty interaction, in fact I've a lack of inner rules
I'm missing instinct to interact and then think
Critically in sync with social synergy and sense scenes
I'm in a dense dream, you never met me
I manage mentally centered ya get it? Get at me
I'll never be the butterfly, "What a guy!" Pretending I'm
Another type of uninvited demagoguing extra
Ever wonder why my tendencies tend to be odd and then some?
It's unintended but I'm eccentric, on the spectrum
I tend to know myself, never diagnose myself
Everybody else is crying diagnosis on my health
Like what the hell, I admit that I ain't coping well
But I been open, telling over and over I felt

Misfit, feeling like I didn't fit
Ain't nobody getting it, the message that I meant to think
Because I'm meant to think whatever makes a better fit
But I won't ever fit, I'll never quit a breath of this medicine
I'm past learning your tact, turning to act nervous
The class curve on the back burner for rap verses
So laugh, murmur, attract, turn up in Matt's circus
I'm mad nerdy and that's personal, aspergers

Sarcasm isn't my strong suit in a vocal tune
I'm hoping that it's spoken true, not known for knowing social cues
I mold a fusion of flowing foolish and showing proof
Emotion moves and the notion of focus poking through
The OCD, believe me or be bored of me
Of course I need a freaking disorder forcing the orderly
Organization, formally ordering every formerly
Disorderly piece that I see before it's annoying me, Jesus
This idiot savant doesn't get it yet
I'm on a mission to fish up fans on the internet
But every minute I spend on getting my vision set's
A dead end cuz I'm never getting better, I'ma bet it
Because weird's only really okay when you've got millions
And I'm civilian so I'd better be diligent
But fuck a feeling, I'll admit I'm on a silly whim
Living while I do what I do, I'll say what I really think

When I was younger I conformed, but I couldn't relate
As I got older I ignored it and it turned into hate
Then I matured, never cured it but I learned to contain it
And take it day to day, make it how I work in my brain, ey
This is humility, admit my disability
I'm willing to put my feelings aside while you're grilling me
With no physician's opinion, I've been unwillingly
Agreeing with the witness of philistines, could I really be a