[Verse 1]

I almost text'd a girl this one time

Then I went and wondered if she'd think "XD" was wack

And if she'd even know what it meant

And if "Haha" looked dismissive or like a decent laugh

To tell the truth, I don't know if it's the latter or the former

I just didn't wanna ignore her

But I couldn't decide what to say back

So I chose an anxiety attack in a corner

Paralyzed by thought, and therein lies the fault

Not afraid of risk, but terrified to walk

Except in front of a mic, cause terror dies, and I

Go so animal, I hear Eliza talk

Wild, I know, bittersweet, rap Thornberry

Say I'm out of my mind, I say I'm out of the ordinary

You say I'm over-thinking? Trick, I might be

But I think I'm on to something, so get like me

[Hook]

I don't wanna leave my bed because pretty much everything

[Makes me wonder]

And I don't wanna leave my house because pretty much everything

[Makes me wonder]

But I don't wanna leave my head, even though every single second it

[Makes me wonder]

It's the reason that you see me now, so I love when it

[Makes me wonder... makes me wonder]

[Verse 2]

I almost dropped a song this one time

Then I started thinkin' 'bout markets and targets

Audiences and demographics

And the over-abundance of so-called artists

What separates a classic from garbage?

How can I be timely and timeless?

How can I make the life of a dark kid somehow look appealing to these white chicks?

I'm in a position to either be listened to

Or written to a page in the book of the trite

Could be polite and above average...

Or bring innovation with brashness, I'm asking

What is accessibility really, when perception and opinion make any notion of such seem silly?

To define my art truly

I'm either a drop in the ocean or a shark in a Jacuzzi

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Gotta get a grip, slow it down, sort it out

Put it back together, or better, just throw it out

But I've never been good at letting go

I still want my 2nd grade crushes' X and Os, you never know

Is what I like to tell myself, but she's married now

My heart got my head wiggin' like Harry's owl

It's like he's perched in my dome, tryina' stare me down

Now I feel like a bird brain; very foul

Every owl isn't wise, I've found

This one lay eggs, that hatch and cause brows to furrow

Which cause wrinkles to form, from being overly thorough in every thought;

It's not smart, it's horrible

Birth of an idea, that grows out of control

Go too deep, and you get thrown out of your soul

You find yourself on the outside, looking in

Only to double-take that; now, look again

[Hook]

[Ad-Libs]

You know, it's like... it's like one of my favorite artists said

The problem with over-thinking is... you create solutions for the good and for the bad