Alright so, this is what happens when you write at 3 in the morning and you're tired as fuck

I'm floating on a cirrus

Mirrors reflecting off of the sky and I can see us

In perfect harmony, Cupid worked his archery

Aimed for the heart and he done bulls-eyed his target

Enough with the malarkey, sick of women acting snarky

Accept the way I am, I'm not changing for your parties

I am hardly the party-type, I'm rather mellow

I don't want to see teens grind to Black and Yellow

I prefer be at home with my words and my dome

Or at the lake practicing the curving of stones

I can never get them to jump

They always sink to the depths with the rest of them chumps

I'm a venomous monk, still killing them with kindness

Perform good deeds, leaving villainous reminders

I'm feeling like a giant and this innocence inside us

Is amplifying the lessons that the syllabus denied us

Writers write us, do-what-is-righters

I'm riding round writing rights until I get arthritis

My minus sinuses'll take time to turn back to positive

So I'll be digging down dirt till I discover China

Why the "kinda sorta"? Believing in my doubts

Easing up the route for the season in the South

Degrees be hitting thousands, I'm not even counting

Cool over hot, but the sun's giving counseling

Wonder, one of a kind, you're like no other

Still winning these 1-Ups when I'm playing GameBoy Color

Picking smart, Linkin Park, listening, I'm feeling number

Than a plumber ghetto-stomping Koopas and Gumbas

Or Goombas, caroomba, carumba, hit me on my Tumblr

Only posted, once, once, when I was sitting under

The weather, it all comes together

Forever endeavor until never becomes an ever

And it's clever when you think about it, yeah, all the things you doubted

Or believed, achieved a piece of experience out it

Loudest, inside but not the surface

Express yourself, don't live life without a purpose

These serpents always try to bite you like it's Slytherin

My Gryffindor sword is sworn is slay hypocrites

And it is just crazy, met you just lately

Give me them digits and missus, I'll call you maybe

I'm not the type to play the field, but for real

Seems like all a girl wants nowadays is to chill

With one dude one day and another dude the next

They party all night and have booze and sex

There is no rest, every year they get trashier

I praise the old-school chicks who stay classier

I'm way happier when I'm "tied down"

Cus I know the ropes, give a princess my crown

Now it's coming back like a boomerang

What goes around comes around like they used to say

Shouts to Dumile for keeping my rules in place

And to the haters for failing to keep my mood enraged

Cue the stage, aim the spotlight and center it

Yeah, I spit the truth, but they not like the evidence

Pac-type message sent: we all get depressed

But if there's room for some betterment, the story hasn't ended yet