Talking to myself like I am Nina Simone's Inner Nina Simone but also talking to myself like I am Carl Wheezer's inner Carl Wheezer
It's 2022 and I got 3 bags of Tostitos scoops and a maxed-out credit card to my name,
Complete with sweater vests and bass clarinets, like when I used to be asthmatic.
I had my first epiphany when I was 17 and I was like "I'm out here epiphanying"
Whether the name is Jon, JODY, Jonny, or Jonathan,
My words stutter and get twisted like I was a twizzler caught in a twister.
Being my authentic self, but not that way ya' weirdo
She half white, half latina so her name in my contacts is Sriracha Mayo
Complete with
Sweet shea butter kisses, tastes so good like some cornbread with the pig feets collard greens and the sweet, SWEET yams, I wanna' smack ya' Momma Donna
Watching Kung Fu Panda, crying like my Auntie when they first elected Obama,
Just a wee-bit narcissistic, so my haters wanna' turn me into a llama
Raised my voice like when my momma' told me "take the chicken out the freezer"
They say the universe works in mysterious ways,
So I guess the boys chasing me down in their dad's lifted pick up truck is adding double XP to my character development,
But all I wanted was some chicken nuggies and Rebecca Black on vinyl. And maybe world domination so I can student loans and take like 3,000 naps but
Seems like all I got was a broken knee, microaggressions, and a binder full of Pokemon cards.
Maybe you’re the one Morgan Freeman sent to me and I’m the man Tilda Swinton wanted me to be!
Just thought if there were a little more Spicy Nacho Doritos and a little less Cool Ranch Doritos, it would fix what is wrong and right in the world.
So 2.27 billion seconds I'm expected to be in this galaxy. Like Chuck E. Cheese tokens, gotta make them count,
So I gotta' show up to show out to show off!
Now I may not be shit to you, but my momma' think I made it
So don't touch me, I'm famous,
