[Intro]

“Take three”

[Verse 1]

My Mom and Dad both get more dates than me

But I’m just patiently waiting for the mate to be

I’m the mate to see if you’re Kate or Mika, but wait up, gee, uh, change the topic, me done

This back side is more wacky, I’m pulling out all the extra bits

It’s not just random, I’ve got a few ambiguous critical messages

I had to include some rhymes that popped into my head in this

This is a salad of ideas, I’m not a concoctor of beverages

If you want something smooth, you know where to go

High quality produced music, instrumentals, perfect flow

I wouldn’t call this underground, but these tracks come from down below

Out in the dirt, I put in work and birthed my amateurish show

[Verse 2]

Y’all are in the Grand Line, I’m going for the One Piece

Y’all be Jack and Jill with Sandler, I’m just Good Will Hunting

And I do exude a little wishing swag

Tying rhymes together oddly instead of following the tag

Comfortayble, what is that, some kind of dumb label?

Does that concept exist or is it just another fable?

I’m never truly comfortable, I’m just anxiously relaxed

Call me wack? Social media’s a waste of time, how bout that?

It’s relaxing, but not truly comforting

Because it soothes your mind, and then you have accomplished nothing

Because out of the millions who watch recipes time and time again

I’d estimate the amount that make them are only about thirteen!

That’s right, three more, I’m a bit optimistic

Catch me loving life and watch my peers staring at me, livid and afraid

Gotta be hateful to fit in these days

I’ll be an outsider if that’s the way my peeps decay

My remorse is that the beauty of life is so apparent that it’s not

Hidden in plain sight like a transparent dot

And of course, those who see it can’t share it

Those who breed it can’t spare it, and those who need it? Can’t care for it at all

The sport is called stockpile and hide out

It’s called be quiet like pop rocks riot in your mouth

And celebrate the life of peace once you’ve forfeited ambition to the beast

Of material possession and cessation to rise like yeast

That’s complacency

[Verse 3]

Here’s a bit of discourse, careful whatchu wish for

Because you take it, and it’s yours, and you can’t escape when laziness is at your door

It’s like a disease traveling coast to coast, country to country

Let’s run around like chickens until we’re all done loving

And TRYING TO LOVE, diving in and waiting for the feeling

It’s so revealing how we trick ourselves to wait for the floor or ceiling

Or the walls to push us out of our comfort zones

When we patiently just sit and say, “I want to be alone.”

Well if you wish for that, then please do and be yourself homie

But join a club or volunteer once you start to be lonely

I’m just the not-smart-at-all, life-loving, rap-writing kid

And when this ends? At least I’ll have another reason to live

[Verse 4]

I’m comfortable with my dreams, a living room with a stage

All possible if the right words fall onto the page

And if I don’t get rich, I’d be filled with false rage

Because if nobody likes me, then it goes both ways

SIKE!

100 miles I’d ride, on my bike

Just to give you milk and cookies, tuck you in, good night

Then ride back, 3am, just finished my final track

Headphones, helmet, away, bike on my bike rack

To take a mighty nice nap, then do it all again!

My friend, I live to serve, and I’m serving you my head on a platter!

Isn’t that what we call it, these modern day rappers?

The tongue snappers? Young quick wit poppers?

I’m the product on the shelf and you’re the shopper!

[Verse 5]

The record is squeaky clean, let me explain it

My soul is really old, back when the coolest men were patient

And I was born pretty late into a different generation

But the audience I’m aiming at are my people from various places

I mean gamers, old school, new school, memers

Hippies, beach peeps, rappers, free birds

As a matter of fact, I like to think I’m one for all

If you try to appeal to the masses, one or two might give a call

But if you try to appeal to a small audience in a common generic way

You might fail to receive recognition, seems to happen every day

If being yourself is like everyone else, don’t let me diss your game

But I love living and trying to not be the same

[Verse 6]

Not 200 IQ, I actually shoot for one

That’s a number that’s less than two but slightly greater than none

Messing with the smaller numbers, you can call me Fibonacci

I hit record on my laptop and bang, now y’all have got me

I bet these jams blow up and I get hit by the paparazzi

I’ll walk outside and eat some snacks and they’ll all sit, take pics, and watch me

And I’ll tell these clowns that I’ll answer all their questions

If they get down and sit in a circle with me in my dimension

And we’ll all go around and talk about our existential-

Ism, and then I’ll help the pensions of the real ones

Who open up, give them information and pics, the full cup

But in a silly way with sarcasm drenched in bitter love

Twitter dove? Go ahead and just follow me

This verse was off track like I’m your wack and local pharmacy

[Verse 7]

Every bar I speak is probably better than your best one

I jest son, but I’m so fly, I can teach you a lesson

21 tracks, 21 years of age

I figured I’d make the most of it in case this is just a phase

They say I always cease to amaze

I’m boring, like having solar beam but choosing to use haze

Come to find, some of y’all are mean spirited

Purple in the face and fingers like Beerus is

Trying to stand out in the crowd with your fearlessness

But you’re all just distancing yourself from the realest kids

People don’t want me to rap, but they can’t placate me

People who want me to rap? Well, I can placate ye

It’s ambient without ambien

Like I’m manly without manliness

I’m your nanny like that nanny did

Her names Fran, see, and mine can be it

If I changed it, but I think I’ll keep stormy

My flow’s a fat flash flood with no warning

[Verse 8]

I stay hydrated like a well oiled machine

I bite my tongue, but I try not to bite the mouth that feeds

My wacky lyrics, don’t be threatened by my high self-esteem

I love myself although I’m just a phosphorescent freak

I hate myself in some ways although I’m mild, lame, and meek

And I won’t inherit the earth, I’ll leave that to rich geeks

Like Bill Gates, a mix tape? This is just a thrill tape

Oooooo you don’t know me! You’re not god! Oh snap, wait!

I can’t assume your dietyness, my apologies

I’ll just pretend nobody’s ever gonna hear this hollering

I don’t care! Nobody knows! Slice the tracks up!

Put them in a salad! Put it in a blender!

And send that mess to Hollywood, Stormitive and movies

A match made in heaven!

I’d crank it up to eleven but I’m stuck on the number 9

Don’t wine, most rhymes don’t find dope lines

[Verse 9]

I don’t call it Tuesday, I call it Threesday

See bae? Society’s demands released may

I’m free, eh? Need that info on repeat-tay?

It’s seemplay, don’t ask how, but I beat the weak way

The qweek race? I’ll pass, take my tee-may

Everyday, the freaks say, “y u dubomb like D-day?”

Me way is just be a peep ray

Persevering marshmallow light

The meeanayng is that I’m soft and bright

Nice and qui-kay like spreentayng

I’ll chuck a couple sticks at you if you deem me elite Mate

Freeze frame, this my time to be a beastay

And I’m comfortable with that...

Yeah, whatchu thought this was, uptight, insecure, nervous, paranoid, paralyzed, paratroopa getting stomped on by the Mario’s and Luigi’s of the world?? Nah, I’m just comfortable