Feeling Goofy

Why So Gloomy, Buddy? [EP], 2022

Vocals written and vocal'd by me.

Backing track originally by heyopc, altered slightly by me.

Lyrics:

Step into my room like nobody knows my business,

Feelin' kinda ruined 'cause nobody's gonna witness,

Me on the mic, it's a bliss I can't describe,

When I put words to music when normally I'm petrified,

I lather up these beats until they're leaking suds,

I rub it on my body and then here's the outcome,

My lips pour out words into the sink of life,

Speaking of normal I can't remember the last time,

That I was it or it was me it's a blur, totally,

When I try too hard to sound good it comes out runny,

Like I'm starting to dribble out a fine sauce,

Then I stand at the stand and mic a fine loss,

Dismiss this mess before creative block,

Would you really still listen if I wasn't so odd?

Would you really still listen if I wasn't so white?

Would you really still listen if- ah, I can't write,

But here we are again I'm up at the podium,

Releasing a symphony of reluctant custodians,

They'll start to scrub the floors of creativity,

Then I'll get distracted by my favorite activity,

I'll spend another few hours laying on my back,

And after that I'll retroact because I lack a track,

For my train of thought to run and chug,

Anyone got any weed? I'm tryin'a find a plug,

Just kidding when I write I'm of a clear mind,

And if you think that's outta wack you can kiss my behind,

Or maybe just my nuts since you're so far on them,

I trust you have my best interests at heart, yeah?

While you're down there you can clip my nails,

Oh there it goes again it's starting to derail,

Maybe when it crashes it'll kill my old boss,

And after that we're even Stevens and applesauce,

And bananas and grapes and mangos and pears,

And that big brown stain on your underwear,

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

I'm afraid that I don't give a fuck about your trust,

Nor your affection or at the very least belittling attention,

Holy fuck my lips are fried, can we end the perplexation?

One more verse to go and it's a doosie,

Or is this one massive verse that I'm construing?

Ah, fuck it, it's too complicated,

Are we really gonna skip over all that masturbation?

Was that just a line said to say something,

Or am I just rapping to say nothing?

Enough introspection it's starting to get tiring,

Especially since this whole time I've been conspiring,

But enough about suicide it's a Hot Topic,

When I run down the street screaming will you stop it?

Or will you be the one who puts that shit on YouTube?

Wait, that's against policy, we'll put it on BitChute,

Maybe then I'll become famous,

I'll do anything for fame, you know that I'm shameless,

They know me as the man with a slick new camera,

I struggle to climb the stairs due to lack of stamina,

[Unintelligible] something about fiction,

[Unintelligible] something about diction,

Stars align to give me great power,

Like the amazing ability to take a fucking shower,

And groom myself while brushing my teeth,

Then it's back to the lab with an energy drink,

When it comes to thickness let's refer to irony,

'cause I'd really prefer if you didn't refer to me,

Sixty-three bars down and one more to kill,

You'd be forgiven for thinking I have any skill,

Heartless, mindless, and I'm starting to forget,

Betting on a man who's starting to regret,

All is lost and I'm already gone,

Gone with the wind? Or is was that a different song?

Flutter past with a briefcase in your hand,

Moving forward to a Promised Land,

One day you'll stop all the pain and the suffering,

One day you'll realize your life meant nothing,

Or maybe not. You know?

Who knows?

It's a tough subject.

A tough, tough subject that I'm not gonna touch on.

Sincerely yours,

The man who can only rap in fours.

Love you~

Bye~