[Hook]

Sleepy lazy good for nothing

Sleepy lazy good for nothing

Sleepy lazy good for nothing

Sleepy lazy good for nothing

[Verse One]

I’m sleepy lazy good for nothing

Yeah that’s me I am not fronting

I’m a side sleeper pillow slide beeper

Under the covers safe from others

Run from the lovers it saves on rubbers

Just want to catch z’s not caring what you think is funner

I just want to be in dream land

But that sunlight is gleaming

Got shades on in bed stunner it is seeming

Got those crusty eyes and atrophied thighs

I’m not getting high I’m just getting by

Cause I can’t face the outside

Let alone the hallway

Told my family goodbye

I’m a lay here all day

Next to death spooning

Got bad breath tombing

Noon time looming

Not yet up to grooming

I’ll get on that tomorrow

I’ll write the greatest rap song

And I am not Milo

I’ll promote it all day long

If you say it is not great wrong

And I’ll sic on you my friend throng

Oops I must be dreaming again

How’d I finish the verse? Weird

[Hook]

[Verse Two]

I ain't shaving

But its not a fashion statement

My wardrobe is all grey and

I didn’t grow arms like Rayman

Underdeveloped under sung

Under sold and still unstrung

Break neck not bare neck I coulda won

Or coulda placed or coulda faced

Losing bruising contusions delusions

Of grandeure of fans here of big cheers of no sneers

And congratulations and feel elation

Have dough for a vacation

And maybe even relaxation

Aww I got that here on my couch

Siphoning beer to my mouth

Got a dr. P IV and a comfy slouch

I forgot how to smile I’m a grouch

Call me Oscar the Irish man I sock you in the mouth

But I don’t think I will

That requires effort and skill

And not to mention a force of will

But I’m an empty sack

Life I lack

Fell asleep on the street

And woke up in the back

Of a hearse

[Hook]

[Verse Three]

I have a last verse for thee

I’m surprised I made it to three

But they don’t say nothing

And there is no fronting

No you’ll find no brags here

Nor a fourth wall dear

Just a sad lonely man

Who abandoned his clan

Too bitter to be a kidder

But everyone thinks I’m joking

I’ll wither as I dither

All the while I’m choking

But you think I’m miming

So this is bad timing

I should be job hunting

But I sit here rhyming

Four a.m. bed time

I’ll wait for my light to shine

But I don’t think there’s a lime

And I’m not even on the grind

I got a case of white voice

I got a case of white boy

There is no case of white joy

Just an angsty white boy

The others will be better

There is no cult classic

I’m just an ugly sweater

But it’s not even that drastic

I bet you think I’m boring

Well I agree