This is a song about "Zach morris"

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Soon, i could relate to norman bates.

For the occasion, paper planes

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

I style on new york, pile up my fork

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

So come on simon cowell do you like my sound