Mr. Doubt(w)riter

[Verse 1]

My ancestors broke their backs sharecroppin'

And my Grandfather picked cotton!

So pardon me if I'm not impressed by that collar poppin'

On Facebook creeping, I can see you have a nice life

Cause you have multiple albums dedicated to your "Night Life"

And I'm hoping one of your trashier friends will show some skin

I've got soft hands that need to be broken in

This is the total extent of my dirty work

I guess when you're this nerdy it really hurts

When I argue with folks, I tend to use Parli Pro

Cause everything ain't "All Good" like these gnarly bro's

I've got the frame of an old man with gnarled bones

I don't participate in Intramural Leagues

And in the Winter, I develop a neural disease

This ain't some sort of artsy depression

This the kind of shit that make Archie start stressin'

You struggle to remember what I never forgot

But I keep shit bottled up so my insides'll rot

[Hook]

I write a lot of rap songs (Mmhm)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die (Yes, sir)

I write a lot of rap songs (Mmhm)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die

[Verse 2]

Biologically, I overreact to dopamine

Realistically, I don't exist on your social scene

Cause, by nature, I'm very introverted

I've lost a lot of friends, wish that I could say it hurted

My best connections were playing video games online

My classmates couldn't recall my name during free time

I'm the type of dude to win it all on Cash Cab

And in a flash waste it on a rapper collab

Struggling with lyrics to connect with octogenarians

These are the toils of a well-fed American

My whole life I've been B Squad leader

My vocals are peaking, you better fuck with your tweeter

Underground and I'd submerge myself deeper

Unfortunately I wasn't born with a rebreather

I'm king of the castle on a very tall hilltop

I stay sobered up while these other dudes pill pop

Steal the library's internet until my cable bill drops

You won't catch me rapping about robots with Jill Scott

[Hook]

I write a lot of rap songs (Mmhm)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die (Yes, sir)

I write a lot of rap songs (Mmhm)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die

[Verse 3]

Ice Cream truck drivers tend to play this rather loudly

Like a father with wallet-sized photos on display proudly

I don't go shopping for clothing unless it's bargain day

I like girls who like Robert Frost, sports cars, and Lingerie

My flows are inspired by day dreaming through ACT prompts

To seem more artistic, I write rhymes in downloaded fonts

Clumsily recite Neil Young lyrics down by the pond

I still listen to Wu-Tang Clan like word is bond

I'm an awkward mass of highly regenerative cells

I'm a vagabond with a limited selection of songs to sell

An introspective tumblr with photographs of pretty people

And succinct lineups on all your favorite sequels!

I buy all my books Used off Amazon

And hold myself in the basement cause I'm afraid of Babylon..

I'm a fart-face from a dark race

Who left in a stargate to escape..

All these stuttering corn flakes!!

[Hook]

I write a lot of rap songs (Uh huh)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die (Yes, sir)

I write a lot of rap songs (Uh huh)

But I don't ever bring them home (No, no)

I let them live on this hard drive

And convince myself that's where they deserve to die