Murs for President.

One of a kind so there's nobody like me

And I guess thats the reason that nobody likes me

Or is it that I don't like anybody else?

Can't quite figure it out so I keep to myself

Too street for the sheltered, underground fan

Too intelligent for play on your FM band

So I thought to crossover, but I left them plans

My resolve's to do me and do the best I can

And yes I am, aware that most of my fans are white

But I'm love em all, scope em, and open 'em when I write

Some may chastize, from the side, crack jokes

Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks

MAN PLEASE!

I hear the hate in your voice when you say it

So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants to play it

If I dont go gold, then my people say I flopped

But if I go triple platnum, I'm not Hip-Hop

So I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't

But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't

Make my dreams come true, my team come through

Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you'