[Verse 1]

Yeah, okay, Tinkleweeny in the building spin the cereal beat

Microwave humming like it's tapping both it's feet

Got a rubber ducky running sound checks on the stage

And my sneakers just confessed they wanna break out their cage

I got lasers made out of pencils, and confetti made of dust

Somebody bought a calculator screaming "trust no trust"

Turn the volume up to backwards, let the silence start to shout

If confusion was a kingdom I'd be ruling it right now

Okay, now wait, let me tighten up my sound

Tinkleweeny still spinning it around

I'm stepping out the chaos with a message in my chest

Even in the randomness I'm still trying my best

I started from the bottom of whatever I was on

Just a kid with a notebook writing everything wrong

Turn mistakes into rhythms, turn noise into a flow

Didn't know where I was heading I just knew I had to go

And yeah I played it mad, I played it loud

Even in the jokes I was searching through a crowd

For something that felt real, something that would stay

Not just another moment that would fade away, yeah

I've been writing all these waves now I'm running on land

Every wild little chapter was part of the plan

From the chaos and that comedy that night felt long

I was finding out the meaning, why I turned into songs, yeah

[Verse 2]

Now I slowed down, but I'm still in motion

Every laugh I had before a deeper devotion

To become something better than I used to be

Not perfect just improving what I used to see, yeah

I've seen people come and go like seasons in the street

Some were warm like the summer and cold and incomplete

I learned not to chase but was never meant to stay

Just respect what you had and let it drift away, yeah

Noise gets so funny when you listen for a while

Even jokes often reveal what's hidden in a smile

And I'm not saying life is heavy all the time

But even lightest moments still carry a vibe, yeah

I'm thinking at a point, I just got to stay clear

At the end it is a start of when you face your fears

This might be my last track, not a album of regret

When I said I needed nothing, nothing cool yet, yeah

I'm grateful for the mess, for the growth, and for the grind

For the times I felt lost but still made up my mind

I keep pushing forward even when it gets rough

But learning it's almost done is never close enough

And if you're listening close, I hope you understand

Life ain't a joke or it's perfectly planned man

It's messy, it's random, and it's beautiful too

And what you become depends on what you choose to do

Now, I'm putting down the studio, but not disappearing

Just stepping into life with a different kind of steering

No need for the spotlight, no need for the fame

Just knowing I played through the highs and the pain

And many years later if you hear this again

You'll remember what the chaos that I turned into then

From Dj Tinkleweeny and the nonsense was spun

To a story about growing up, learning who he'd become

[Verse 3]

This my final goodbye, or maybe just a pause

Not a end in the journey just a shift in the cause

I started with noise but I'm leaving with the truth, and I hope someone real stayed you from the youth

Yeah, I guess this is really goodbye

My final track, if time could only take me back

Wait a god damn minute, I'm not quitting

What am I talking about man, hold on, hold on

Lemme run it back

[Verse 4]

Dj Tinkleweeny back again I brought the snack machine

Spitting out some drum kicks and a gallon of caffeine

The ceiling fan is rapping like it finally found it's voice

And my alarm clock joined a band and now it's making hella noise

We got spaghetti MDI cables plugged into the sky

Bluetooth toaster harmonizing while pancakes fly

Somebody taught my headphones how to break dance

Now they spinning on the table like they got a record plan

My blenders doing ad-libs yeah it's screaming "drop the bass"

While my hoodie started glowing like it joined a different race

And I swear my car move when the 808 hit right

Now it's moonwalking slowly through the corner of the night

Dj Tinkleweeny scratching CD's made of dreams

Turning reality into the weirdest movie scenes

Got a rubber band orchestra snapping perfect time

And a dictionary freestyling every single rhyme

[Verse 5]

Yeah I swear I'm in the booth got the socks on my feet

Microwave doing harmonies while it rotates meat

My backpack just signed a deal with a vending machine

Now it's dropping limited snacks and a glowing routine

The air conditioner's rapping in a frozen cadence

While my notebooks arguing with a pen for patience

Got my charger slapping 808s on the wall

And my ringtone is auditioning for a festival call