[Intro]

“Ok, take something something here we gooaaaaaa”

[Verse]

To be a simple man, I’ll be a little complex

This ain’t no contest, but you’re concave while I’m convex

I’m the bombest, matter of fact, I’m dubomb

Last night, 3 in the morning, free credit report dot com

Hit my phone, Thank goodness in that moment I wasn’t alone

Telemarketing is beautiful and it’s never done alone

Isn’t it cute? Advertising done so directly

Two people communicate with words, though they are often empty

However, nonetheless, the telemarketers relentlessly

Call us up on the daily and someday, when we’re older, maybe

We’ll start loving it because as of now, it drives us crazy

But maybe we just don’t appreciate the eighties

And all the decades before. And all the decades past

I say this thing every song. I’m such a dumb singing mass

But at last, we have people who just like to speak

And at last, the contradiction shows us what we need

I never saw so much liberal love as when Trump was elected

So social media cell phone age is his legacy erected

And widespread, and by the time his time’s over and quiet

We’ll all continue to grow in love, dethroning all the violence

Oversimplifying, but the song’s complex

Not consistent with my words, well I’m an individual

Whose main goal is not to rhyme words that go together swimmingly

I’m just swimming, B. Words are my water, they are what’s living me…

I want a tv show with no audio, don’t at me

Body language is astounding, but in tv shows, sadly

People prioritize focusing on the cgi and day thing

But the magic of life is found in how we meet each other

How we treat each other, how we speak without speech to each other

I love life so much, I feel like I just need another

But we all get one, and that’s the fairest deal since squeegee, brother

I’m not the president, but I’ll make you a new deal

If I get enough fans to whom my music does appeal

I might make another album, I have ideas for twenty

But I might go from someone stealing mine to supplying kids lunch money

And in that case? My rap dreams? They’d all be erased

I don’t mind having tons of labels, but rap dad would not be my face

I mean, some Dad’s rap, and they sound just fine

But my rap is so cringey, I could not justify

Doing so while I went and started up a little family

So my planily is to rap before I impregnate some mammaries

Isn’t that how it works? I don’t know, I haven’t checked

Regardless, I’m guarding my dreams by independently living best

Because that’s what I do, live best, independently

Eventually I’ll not, but I’ll enjoy it while it’s tempting me

Temptation surrounds us every day, sinners

Funny how we went from puritans to worshipping the winners

Who do bad things, but we still lift them up on some pedestals

The fine dining bourgeoisie don’t even eat their vegetables

They just don’t eat, too busy getting tan and counting money

I don’t care about rich people but my words keep on mumbling

Now I’m fumbling, Transition to some football talk

Actually, never mind, I can’t condone that violent sport at all

If the ballers all were over the age of eighteen, it’d be fine

But I don’t like how little kids repeatedly shake up their expanding minds

Unnecessarily, possibly harming their development, scary

I worry about it all the time, it’s in our culture, hairy

Tall, dark, handsome, disgusting

Does our culture breed fear or am I the only one running

At the mouth? Running at the mind? Foaming at the sink? Loathing at the grind?

Hard workers failing, networkers winning

Parasailers sailing, school shooters sinning

Sky above us falling, newscasters grinning

Teleprompters wailing, world constantly spinning

Wise people guiding but we are never really listening

Tall people reaching, short people tripping

Young people flailing, young people preaching

Young people failing, young people eating

All of us, struggling, all of us beseeching

Our hopes to the people who have the power thinking we’re beneath thee, but we’re not

And we’re cracking the world open with a magnifying glass, freely, DON’T EAT ME

[Outro]

If I call this a bonus track, does that mean people will listen?

People are limited by their own perceptions. I am as well, this is not another contradiction. Perceptions are extremely limiting, and a lot of people don’t understand that

I don’t like the word disappointed. If I were to say, I’m disappointed in you, that implies that I know better than you. That implies that your experiences led you to make decisions that were wrong...unjustified...and if I were in your shoes? It’d not only be different. It would be better. I am a better version of you than you are...that’s wrong

We all struggle, and to help each other most effectively, the word is respect

You do not have to understand. Respect the fact that they are living a unique life. Respect the fact that we are controlled by so many things that are beyond our control and the fact that these chemicals in our brains strongly impact how we live, in every way. Respect the fact that sometimes, someone just needs to be listened to. I just wanted to say that, now, back to the album