NuFriend
I'm a loser, a wannabe at least thats what they say
I could try to fade to black but then
I would only find gray
I'm tired of trying everything without a single win
And the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Can you people even hear me?
Can you see that I'm teary
I do have a voice, would you like to hear my theory?
You can try to commandeer me
But I'm really not that easy
Complex and super cheesy
And with all the people pleasing
It Has left me feeling greasy
I'm breezy big and easy
Inhaler breathing wheezy
Til deciding that I'm leaving
I love you all so much
I wanna share my thoughts
You're all taking naps
Sleeping on me like cots
I've been screaming time to wake up
For decades on a mic
I've been known to handle bars like Dave Mira to a Bike
I've been fishing for some likes
But it seems like no ones biting
So I'll cast a wider net
When I'm luring you with writing
I'm fly like hang gliding
Coming in for a landing
And all I really ask is for a little understanding
I've never been commanding
And I won't be so demanding
I'm finished with my ranting
So now I'll start dancing
I'm a loser, a wannabe at least thats what they say
I could try to fade to black but then
I would only find gray
I'm tired of trying everything without a single win
And the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Just a corny white boy, call me Malachi
OJ's white bronco, speedy with my alibi
Looking too close, to ever magnify
Pacify the samurai, and satisfy the passerby
Amplify my lullabies, and gratify the satellite
Classify my strata-jie (Strategy)
And sanitize your alkaline (You mad at me?)
Dissolve to the Renaissance joust you off your steed
Pillage in your village then masticate my greed
I saturate indeed and I'm such a rare breed
Exaggerated speed when I blow right by you
I snap like a gator in an Everglades bayou
And jaws so strong I can snap a mic with haiku
I'm running out of targets to spit a dope rhyme to
Immaculate I.Q.
Talking brain like krang
X-man Wolverine
Direct like Ron Howard
And I'm battery powered
Climbing up the tower
To rescue the damsel
I'll no longer ramble
I'm dropping like an anvil
When The pain is substantial
Love is circumstantial
When Hearts get trampled
But it's always worth the gamble
Since Hope is financial
It pays to want better
So I hope this helps you
Get Enriched thru my letters
And make it better too
I'm a loser, a wannabe
And I'll be one til the end
Since the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Thanks friend
I could try to fade to black but then
I would only find gray
I'm tired of trying everything without a single win
And the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Can you people even hear me?
Can you see that I'm teary
I do have a voice, would you like to hear my theory?
You can try to commandeer me
But I'm really not that easy
Complex and super cheesy
And with all the people pleasing
It Has left me feeling greasy
I'm breezy big and easy
Inhaler breathing wheezy
Til deciding that I'm leaving
I love you all so much
I wanna share my thoughts
You're all taking naps
Sleeping on me like cots
I've been screaming time to wake up
For decades on a mic
I've been known to handle bars like Dave Mira to a Bike
I've been fishing for some likes
But it seems like no ones biting
So I'll cast a wider net
When I'm luring you with writing
I'm fly like hang gliding
Coming in for a landing
And all I really ask is for a little understanding
I've never been commanding
And I won't be so demanding
I'm finished with my ranting
So now I'll start dancing
I'm a loser, a wannabe at least thats what they say
I could try to fade to black but then
I would only find gray
I'm tired of trying everything without a single win
And the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Just a corny white boy, call me Malachi
OJ's white bronco, speedy with my alibi
Looking too close, to ever magnify
Pacify the samurai, and satisfy the passerby
Amplify my lullabies, and gratify the satellite
Classify my strata-jie (Strategy)
And sanitize your alkaline (You mad at me?)
Dissolve to the Renaissance joust you off your steed
Pillage in your village then masticate my greed
I saturate indeed and I'm such a rare breed
Exaggerated speed when I blow right by you
I snap like a gator in an Everglades bayou
And jaws so strong I can snap a mic with haiku
I'm running out of targets to spit a dope rhyme to
Immaculate I.Q.
Talking brain like krang
X-man Wolverine
Direct like Ron Howard
And I'm battery powered
Climbing up the tower
To rescue the damsel
I'll no longer ramble
I'm dropping like an anvil
When The pain is substantial
Love is circumstantial
When Hearts get trampled
But it's always worth the gamble
Since Hope is financial
It pays to want better
So I hope this helps you
Get Enriched thru my letters
And make it better too
I'm a loser, a wannabe
And I'll be one til the end
Since the only one who listened to me was my microphone again
Thanks friend
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Writer(s): Nic Malick
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