Mr. Brightside

[VERSE 1]
I said I’m white so I still bump Mr. Brightside
Inspiration strikes at night time, that’s why I keep a night light
I write rhymes between two and three AM. Exhausted again
Got that insomniac pen. Oh well
Hella melodramatic rapper exaggerations
Never inhabit my lyrics, they’re merely decorations
No declarations of greatness or claims that I’m amazing
I sprinkle self-deprecation on my self-hatred
Man, I’m the opposite of popping. I’m the pimple you forgot
Just a simpleton at heart. Only marginally artistic
Chicken Parmesan, holographic Charizard
Schadenfreude meets Rashomon
I’m on a role like an actor’s mind
I balance time between the silliness of shallow rhymes
And a bevy of the heaviest thoughts
Need both in my life otherwise I’d get lost

[HOOK]
Keep calm, rap on and on
Stay anonymous and always put good people on
Leave a trail behind in case some wanna follow
If time is truly borrowed, why not act like it’s due back tomorrow? (2x)

[VERSE 2]
I find that rhyming slick is overrated
And way too many beats are overstated
Too baroque for my taste, kid. I need em butt naked
Drums and sample, nothing extra, nothing ample cause
I want the words to be the focal point
Come watch me amplify some vocal noise at local joints
I rock stages so igneous
In front of crowds you might describe as pygmy-ish
I’ll admit it. I’m a cheap imitation
Of someone who speaks freely with no limitations
Never been accused of innovation
Plus I look exactly like I’m living in my mother’s basement (I’m not)
Hop scotching, Pop Rocks in my soda pop
Roll the pot upon the porch and puff it ‘til I cough a lot
Brought my own waffles, awkward pauses in the coffee shop
Stop. I’ll just stop

[HOOK]
Keep calm, rap on and on
Stay anonymous and always put good people on
Leave a trail behind in case some wanna follow
If time is truly borrowed, why not act like it’s due back tomorrow? (2x)