[VERSE 1]

I said I’m white so I still bump Mr. Brightside

Inspiration strikes at night time, that’s why I keep a night light

I write rhymes between two and three AM. Exhausted again

Got that insomniac pen. Oh well

Hella melodramatic rapper exaggerations

Never inhabit my lyrics, they’re merely decorations

No declarations of greatness or claims that I’m amazing

I sprinkle self-deprecation on my self-hatred

Man, I’m the opposite of popping. I’m the pimple you forgot

Just a simpleton at heart. Only marginally artistic

Chicken Parmesan, holographic Charizard

Schadenfreude meets Rashomon

I’m on a role like an actor’s mind

I balance time between the silliness of shallow rhymes

And a bevy of the heaviest thoughts

Need both in my life otherwise I’d get lost

[HOOK]

Keep calm, rap on and on

Stay anonymous and always put good people on

Leave a trail behind in case some wanna follow

If time is truly borrowed, why not act like it’s due back tomorrow? (2x)

[VERSE 2]

I find that rhyming slick is overrated

And way too many beats are overstated

Too baroque for my taste, kid. I need em butt naked

Drums and sample, nothing extra, nothing ample cause

I want the words to be the focal point

Come watch me amplify some vocal noise at local joints

I rock stages so igneous

In front of crowds you might describe as pygmy-ish

I’ll admit it. I’m a cheap imitation

Of someone who speaks freely with no limitations

Never been accused of innovation

Plus I look exactly like I’m living in my mother’s basement (I’m not)

Hop scotching, Pop Rocks in my soda pop

Roll the pot upon the porch and puff it ‘til I cough a lot

Brought my own waffles, awkward pauses in the coffee shop

Stop. I’ll just stop

[HOOK]

Keep calm, rap on and on

Stay anonymous and always put good people on

Leave a trail behind in case some wanna follow

If time is truly borrowed, why not act like it’s due back tomorrow? (2x)