Of all the bad ideas I’ve had this could be the worst one
I’m not much of a rapper
I’m just kind of a person
Had to read the instructions
“How To Get A New Verse Done”
Write rhymes in a line and then insert a few curse words

Had a couple of a late nights, got over the stage fright
Of trying to rap when I can barely talk in a straight line
But don’t you feel embarrassed for me
I’ll be fine, I’m just exploring other options
Being home alone all day is fucking boring

And do I have enough thoughts to need to speak at this pace
My mind is almost as blank
As the time my Macbook erased itself
Or my throat was sore as hell
And my sense of taste and smell
Was Gone in 60 Seconds like Nicolas Cage’s bank account

And yeah, that’s a joke
It’s not a good one though
To be honest with you there’s a lot of shit that I don’t know
(Like)
Does every word need to be stylized?
Does every single bar have to end in a punchline?
Cause this one didn’t

If I can state the obvious
Bringing you back to me
Is all I need
If I can make the argument
There’s something about you
I can’t seem to release
I wrote a rap song
You didn’t want one
So what I can do
To get you to come home
I can try to sing
I don’t mean to repeat myself
But bringing you back to me
Is all I need

Before you get up and leave
Before you get all cringe
Give me another minute let me finish my shit
This is a terrible business
It’s not on your wishlist
I prob’ly shoulda got you something better for Christmas
Coming at you with high risk
Of getting a fly mix
The end of the playlist
And then hit the lightswitch
And dance in the blacklight
And maybe get backlit
Take over the dance floor
Black out like a rich kid

And in the end it’s only time only time that I’m wasting
I should probably erase this
Put the tracks in a box in the back of the basement
Cause I overthink life
And I want to be liked
And being over thirty kinda hurts on the inside

But I think thirty-six is just another distraction
I think age is just a number and I gotta get past it
And grasp it for myself, there’s nobody to force me
Got no reason to rap, but I’m still fucking recording

Keep an open mind
Another way inside
Undiscovered, undercover

I was confident when I was young