taylor c - just taylor rapping for an hour. lyrics
start with some ground rules so we’re on the same page
this isn’t a show and i’m not on a stage
there’s no arg and this isn’t a game
you won’t find an envelope with all your names
this is my diary, this is a rant
rapping to say things that normally can’t
there is a lot that needs to be discussed
venting so hard that the crew called me sus
taylor’s so different now all of a sudden
i am the imposter, so go push the b_tton
his mind just keeps going, the rhymes are all heat
he makes conversation while tapping a beat
this is a project, but it is a first draft
except when i’m donе, i’m not looking back
taking all my words with a grain of salt
his mind is a floodgate and we’ll open thе vault
imagine that vault looks just like scrooge mcduck’s
but instead of gold, it’s just whatever the f_ck
a memory from high school, a thing someone said
lingering questions inside taylor’s head
goal of this beat’s not to keep things concise
i would rap forever, but an hour will suffice
there’s so much stuff, it’s such an ordeal
make sure to laugh, just whenever you feel
feelings so wise, the guys call me descartes
these words are not lies, i’m just sharing my art
sharing my life, knowing what it’s about
my heart has some stuff that it needs to get out
claiming i know everything is real bold
but i’ve got experience, i am an old soul
i’ve been told that sometimes viewers don’t understand me
i don’t care what they think, i don’t care how it’s landing
i’m spending so much time with the beats today
i have no affiliation with that guy kanye
i like this track and i stole it from yee
whats he gonna do, f_cking tweet about me?
oh kanye west, oh man, what a guy
he’s uh, kinda weird tho not gonna lie
i am here, just an american resident
don’t wanna see what he’d do as president
oh man, that dude, he hates minorities
i wouldn’t place him in a place of authority
who do i think should be the next leader?
it’s ellen degeneres, okay, here’s why we need her
okay, she’s funny, golucky, owns a lot of puppies
here media presence is a little sucky
if you ask her to dance and her moves will be sick
she’s gay but shes also a little h0m_phobic
her speeches low_key they would all go viral
her face in white house thumbnails and titles
god bless uncle samuel high key
gonna put d_mn daniel my godd_mn vp
she’d run the us like a godd_mn talk show
watching over citizens like a godd_mn hawk, bro
hawk tuah, i barely knew her
gonna spit some brainrot lessons, i’m a tutor
i know fo sho, get ratio’d
i got my degree in ohio
brain rot, a lot, no shot, my gyatt will win
you’re washed, get lost, ur a bop, ur chopped chin
i don’t know any more brain rot words
cause i’m not in middle school, i’ve got a lot to learn
my cousin keeps talking about this ocky way
and when we’re hanging out that’s all that he’ll say
“get a bacon, egg, and cheese” and “don’t forget the bev_a”
and then he’ll be like uh, f_cking “neva eva eva!”
i dont get it, man i’m out of touch
i think he’s on the internet a bit too much
i mean yeah so was i, can’t lie, i was that guy
that would go on youtube for hours at a time
but i watched tobuscus, jontron, how to basic
asdf, jacksfilms, man, just name it
i had the ogs, so maybe i’m biased
but was i brainrot too? oh man, i don’t buy it!
i watched baking and sketches and minecrafts mods
now, all these memes are about rizz and baby gronk
the media is obsessed with s_x and love
stop gooning, stop swooning, calm down because
rizz and gooning aren’t life’s only pleasures
think about nature, the sunlight, the weather
get off all your godd_mn third_person shooters
go experience life off a godd_mn computers
talk and talk about property in egypt
walk outside, touch some grass, go and feel it
peter and lois are made up family
i wish i still had parents that f_cking take care of me
my mom and my dad are back home, i’m in college
tryna accumulate all kinds of knowledge
but is it worth it? is this the right choice?
should i be in new york, barely employed?
i don’t wanna be dependent on my parent’s money
but i’m only 19, and i just gotta study
my dream is to live here in new york one day
a wife and two kids, but well who’s to say?
is it too early now to think of this stuff?
i’m tryna stay present, but man, it’s getting real tough
i gotta think about sh_t! my income! my future!
i thought that it wouldn’t come now, but way sooner
expect me to make my own money? i’m a kid!
i’ve got hallway crushes and i do stupid sh_t!
checking wells fargo like whats my budget today
i don’t even know how to start a 401k
i pray to god, please throw me a bone
help me understand classes, forgive my student loans
how much do you want me to f_cking repent?
until i feel fulfilled or maybe content?
a life of helping others is a life well_spent
but i’m wondering where all my f_cking motivation went
the other day i helped a homeless lady
i walked her to target, i fed her and her baby
$5 of food, $5 in cash
and all i could think was “man, i hope someone saw that.”
i did that action not because i was kind
but i wanted people to think that i was a good guy
so is that selfish? am i a bad person?
i did a good deed, but i still feel broken
i do this a lot, i’ll go out on the street
and i interact with random new yorkers i meet
on my walk through the park, i sang songs with a guy
on the subway, i talked with a woman who was probably high
so many people, and so many lives
all with their own cheers, all with their own cries
and i talk to them and think, “this made my day.”
forget about them as soon as i walk away
the other day i walked from 60th to brooklyn
i wore a coat and scarf, and i was pretty good_looking
guy said “i like your scarf!”, and i said “thanks!”
didn’t make eye_contact, i just f_cking walked away
i heard him say something as he crossed my line of sight
“hey you look really good?” “you looks really nice!”
he wanted a convo, but i didn’t know
i walked away, i wasn’t stopping for bro
as i finished my walk, as it came to an end
i took out my phone and i called up my friend
i met up with her and we hung out a while
her friends with her too, and oh man they’re wild
they’re classy and smart and fancy and sh_t
they’re the kinda people nyu would admit
i sat there sitting right next to them
and i started to feel a little bit overwhelmed
do i belong here? these guys are so cool!
they all go to this rigorous private school
not that i’m not cool and smart and fun
but around these guys i feel f_cking dumb
the reality is, i’m f_cking not
we’re all equals here, and i like them a lot
i wanna prove myself, prove that i’m something
but my creative output is kinda disgusting
i gotta make a project, i gotta make a song
anything to move my thoughts along
write a new joke, record another podcast
privacy? no. my mind should be broadcast
since i was a kid all that i heard
was “you’re so creative!” and “you’ll change the world!”
the world is the same, maybe it’s worse
i’m too busy to save it, though. i’m tryna rehe_rs_!
all of this sadness, its getting real old
i’ll hop on tubi to watch the super bowl
drake vs kendrick, one mistake, i’ll end it
drive up a hill. brake, and then i’ll full send it
snl’s 50. lets all get litty
any excuse to drink, oh man, well who’s with me?
all this talk about a funny feeling
but is ny art going to help the world start healing?
celebrity child up on a stage
internet countdown for when you become of age
too many children are getting online
act out so they’re not a kid their whole lives
executive orders, tiktok unbanned
we won’t give military service to someone who’s trans
starting a war for a c_n_l in panama
historic gulf, now gulf of america
california fires, no we won’t do sh_t
rfk jr. in office for the bit
dei crashed a plane, fbi just got purged
every day feels the same, every headline gets worse
finally remodeled my childhood park
play structure’s different, no more tan bark
lost action figures, club penguin’s gone
when i go to bed, no one sings me a song
old maroon 5 songs are stuck in my brain
pbs kids cancelled dinosaur train
$6, i watched the lorax in theaters
roadtrip to grandma, i can’t wait to see her
the stranger things cast are all in their twenties
tryna reminisce, but i’ve lost all my memory
something bout politics, its all so boring
gonna go swipe through an instagram story
phone in my hand, stiizy in my pocket
date night! it’s me and my pen, smoking rockets
well huh, i guess today ain’t my day
hitting the pen and it all goes away
wake up the next morning, i’ll feel fatigued
guess i gotta smoke some more of that weed
the cycle continues, the cycle, it loops
i’m a sh_ll of a man, i’m a taylor dupe
he used to be fun and witty and the nicest
and now all he does is succumb to the vices
who gave this guy free will? anyone taking blame?
gonna do this till i die or get worldly acclaim
world? sp_ce? okay, okay, rick and morty
don’t mention it, my impression game’s dirty
morty we’ll take this rap on tour!
uh rick, its a kanye track are you sure?
pickle rick, man, that sh_t is f_cking hilarious
2020 memes, talk about king darius
boneless pizza, ugandan knuckles
someone hold me back because i’m about to chuckle
i make myself laugh and that’s all that matters
i’ll write these alone, in my room and get fatter
project is done, move onto the next!
schrödinger’s irony, until someone checks!
recording myself for hours a day
all of my thoughts that i want to maintain
some day i’ll die, and it’ll all be lost
and you’ll feel real bad, and you’ll go rewatch
all of my sh_t! all my videos, my segments
no one else has a worse online presence
i feel bad for all my future employers
if they’re hearing all this, i might need a lawyer
saving the planet, call me a cool cat
oh, i’ve got a thought, let me text the group chat
get off of substance, get on my meds
telling the world, hey! go add me on threads!
got a haircut, i have shorter bangs
walking round campus and the people are saying
“i like your hair!” “layers, i adore!”
i like compliments, so please just give me more
never in my life have i felt so alone
when i go back to campus, i say “i’m going home.”
go through the subway, its 3 in the morning
class the next day, and the lectures be boring
i need some money and reach for my wallet
it’s lodged in between all this sh_t in my pocket
i’m rocking. i’m vibing, i’m living so great
haven’t spoken to all of the people i hate
i left all my troubles and worries behind
i’d like to think that i am a new guy
i facetime my friends from back home and think
“i used to love life before i could drink”
did i peak back in high school? did i peak back then?
if i can’t relive those joys now, well then when?
i walked down the streets of my old hometown
i knew every sight and i remember every sound
i had all my haters, i had all my friends
those people that hate me, well i can’t make amends
they’ll live their lives thinking “man that guy f_cking sucks.”
i wish i could go back and redo some stuff
i’m sorry, i know, i’m not a good person
i’m in a new city, and well, hey, i’m learning
you can go back to danville and go talk some smack
because i’m hiding here, and i’ll never come back
one day i’ll find myself living somewhere for a sec
i’ll mess up again and i’ll have some time to reflect
no one else is the problem, the problem is me
i’ll get on a plane and i’ll just fly to a new city
writing these rhymes with my roommates in distance
we work on our sh_t, we live in coexistence
lachlan on reels with his headphones on
max playing league, his team just resp_wned
i’m mouthing the words that i write on the page
all staring at screens, all trapped in some cage
you’d think maybe we’d talk sometimes
but we barely do, and lowkey hey well that’s fine
what would’ve happened if i roomed with
someone else who yapped or worse influence?
would we party together? or would we hang out?
imagine the things we would all talk about
table for one, eating for two
i feel real sh_tty eating all this food
i’m gaining more weight than ever before
i go to the market and i buy out the store
i feast on my snacks that i place on my desk
i finish a box and move on to the next
this life style is something that i just despise
but i keep getting my goldfish family size
going to target, i don’t cook my meals
microwave pasta, $2, a steal!
yesterday, that sh_t was all that i ate
don’t need to dirty and clean up a plate
don’t own a pan and don’t own a pot
chipotle utensils, well that’s all i’ve got
eat out so much that i’ve spent all my money
can’t eat out more, so i guess i’ll stay hungry
i sit at my desk insteading of cleaning my clothes
the washers are empty, but still, i won’t go
i’m an outfit rewear_er once, maybe twice
laundry once a month, i guess that will suffice
i feel like sh_t, and i’m insecure
this rap ain’t done, i’m rapping some more
i could be working on homework or essays
but then the whole world wouldn’t hear i’m saying
the message is in there, amidst all the jokes
taylor won’t sell out, cause taylor’s not woke
the media wants to hear funny bits
but this is about as funny as taylor gets
i’m thinking real hard. i’ll think of a punchline
give me a second, so don’t call a hotline
nothing to worry about, nothing new
this is just taylor and something that taylor might do
he works on these projects cuz he wants attention
and while we’re talking, i have to mention
next live show is gonna be set in brooklyn
a wall in the corner, he’s staring, he’s looking
“you should be in the snl cast!”
oh wait, that’s good thinking, why didn’t i think of that!
oh, this is my future, i’ll do this forever
i’ll sit at my desk and i’ll write something clever
“hey guys here’s a joke!” he mentions to no one
“nah this joke stinks!” d_mn i called it a home run
theres no criticism if your work isn’t live
i’ll be on this sh_t until i’m sixty_five
“aren’t you a little too old to be rapping?”
i’m tryna do something here, stop your yapping
retirement home, there’s bad blood in the air
they tryna go chase me right off my godd_mn wheelchair
i ask myself “okay you made this, but why?”
my rhymes are so shallow, they look like ai
here’s a couple verses not written by me
these next two verses are gonna be chatgpt
i feel the weight and the tension inside
but i’m spitting the truth, i ain’t tryin’ to hide
got a vision too clear to be clouded by fear
taylor’s still standing while the others disappear
i’ve been in the grind, staying up late at night
chasing my dreams, i’m a beast in the fight
yeah, the world’s gonna see me rise to the top
and when i’m on stage, i’ll be rocking the spot
okay its taylor again, its the real one, here’s my opinion
chatgpt is back and stays winning
my rhymes are lowkey all sad and depressing
but chatgpt seems way less distressing
i wish i could do that, rap something fun
not just sit and cry in front of everyone
ai feels whimsical, ai feels free
chatgpt is doing better than me
chat? squad? gang? boys?
do you know what i really enjoy?
i love all my friends, and i love my day ones
i love tiktok trends, and i love when there’s sun
i love when i’m yearning for a brighter future
i love when i meet people who get my humor
there’s people out there that i’d like to know more
if they’re listening in, come knock on my door
let’s see a museum or walk in the park
let’s sit at a coffee shop until it gets dark
i live in new york and i wanna explore
there’s so many places, and there’s so many stores
lets go watch a movie and share all our thoughts
we’ll say our opinions and we’ll rate letterboxd
i’ll admit, i’m not the brightest guy
but let’s get drunk or faded or high
my hyperfixations, they be h_lla manic
it’s been so long since i’ve felt romantic
am i on that grind? the answer is hardly
my last kiss was just my friend at a party
“well since that party, have you guys even spoken?”
that side quest is locked, and the key has been broken
no point in arguing, your point is moot
okay here’s my, here’s my idea of a dream meet cute
okay, i’m sitting there, i’m ordering coffee, a medium chai
i’m sitting there waiting for my drink to come by
i go get my order, but just then wait
“i think that’s my drink, you grabbed mine by mistake”
and i go “oh my god, i’m sorry, you’re right”
we’ll go to a courthouse, get married that night
this sh_t’s gonna happen one day, please trust
that’s why i like to grab random coffee cups
coffee is such a luxury now
the prices are insane, it’s worth more than a cow
five pounds, five dollars, five figures, five jobs
five our fathers, five prayers to god
i have no more savings, no cash in the bank
pantry is empty, no gas in the tank
it’s over $4? that’s too high a price
trying to live off my dining hall swipes
lord what am i doing, why am i here?
to take shots of tito’s? to drink up some beers?
alcohol’s supposed to raise your serotonin
but even four beers won’t stop thoughts from flowin’
changing the topic, now it’s spider_man
he’s got so many movies, he should retire, man
he’s saved the day for decades on end
another movie in theaters, i guess i’ll attend
okay it starts with tobey in 2002
what a good f_cking spidey debut
he had powers and battles and aunt may was there
and willem dafoe, he had a rich person lair
spiderman 2 in 2004
you guys liked spidey, okay well here’s some more!
he had doc ock, he was the guy with those arms
spiderman saved a train of people from harm
that movie’s even better than the first
not to get political, but that other one’s was worse
the second one was just really epic
only time the first’s not as good as the second
then there’s the third and here’s a hot take
it wasn’t that bad, just give it a break
its funny and harmless and i think its a good time
solid ending to spiderman prime
andrew garfield, well my boy, he’s up next
tobey’s spiderman, well he got annexed
this new one is cool and hip with the youngsters
and emma stone as gwen stacy, oh god, i love her
i don’t remember much of this one
another origin story, but hey, like i thought it was fun
new spider villain, he lived in the sewer
spidey love interest, well he had to pursue her
there’s a sequel to that one, i think, perhaps
and that’s when the series starts to collapse
there’s a plot line where peter’s dad is a cop
or fbi or something, man, i don’t give a f_ck
electro was evil because everyone’s mean
everyone cried for that bell tower scene
that one’s confusing, and its not that fire
i think that its good garfield retired
another one? holy sh_t sony!
your company, it seems like a one_track pony
there’s a third, its a new guy, his name tom holland
and this first movie is pretty solid
spidey is not in an origin story
i’m kinda happy because those got boring
he’s now a kid, and he’s living in queens
ned’s in the chair_ he’s crime_fighting machine
this one had vulture, he is real bad
and what, oh my god, he’s that one girl’s dad?
family problems, he couldn’t have swooned her
awesome story from tony stark jr
then there’s a second, in this one he’s far from home
you’d think he’s solo, but in this one he’s not alone
ned still there, he’s still that guy
and now mj, what, is on his side
misterio’s the hero, or maybe he’s the villain??
he wants some glasses, let’s see how he gets ‘em!
spider_man’s tripping, ran into a wall
god i f_cking hate jack gyllenhall!
that guy, oh man, oh he f_cking sucks
i mean, cmon man, i don’t give a f_ck
all the stories, so much to tell
i remember them all too well
he’s made some good movies, gets paid good wage
maybe he’ll date someone around his own age
worst guy in the whole human race
hope to god he doesn’t leave a scarf at my place
alright that’s a tangent for another day
honestly, there’s not much that i have to say
i had swiftie friends a while back
jack gyllenhaal was always under attack
they hated that guy! probably for good reason
i listened and learned, and now i don’t wanna meet him
jake, take a break, its late, go back home
this isn’t a diss_track that i just wrote this on my own
jake if you’re listening give me a call
we’ll settle this feud once and for all
you try rapping for this godd_mn long
tell me how it goes, just write a little song
roommate just walked into the house
said “you look really f_cking asian right now.”
i said “bro, i’ve always been asian, yknow”
and he said “yeah but you’ve got an asian fro”
my roommate is asian, but does that make it okay?
like is this a thing he’s allowed to say?
its one thing if i got a bowl cut or something
but i got a short sh_g, not much hair there for cutting
do asian guys get sh_gs? is that a stereotype?
or maybe i just didn’t hear my roommate right?
like alright, despite, the chain of events
maybe the asian thing makes a little bit of sense
the shorter_cut bangs don’t block my eyes
you see more face, cuz the hair lessened in size
i’m overthinking, its not that f_cking deep
roommate be saying whatever he thinks
went to work to go show off my do
my coworkers didn’t see what was new
that’s fine like they’re not my friends, but cmon
couldn’t even see that my hair’s not that long
i’ve been working so much lately
lot of boring stuff, but at least they pay me
i just feel like i’m missing some sh_t
no more adventures, it’s now all business
tuesday’s the day with a cool open mic
they host them in brooklyn until late at night
it starts at nine, that’s when the doors open
i missed it for work, no more singing or joking
i have friends that go, and i thought that they’d miss me
but i checked on my phone, not a person had texted me
i promised i’d be there, and i didn’t show up
but y’all didn’t call me? oh man. boy, what the f_ck
you’d think maybe they’re think “man where’d taylor go?”
“he didn’t even come to go, like, watch the show!”
“we should go call him? or text him?” but no!
fake motherf_ckers, their sign’s probably leo
i don’t believe in astrology signs
but i won’t argue with the info of its right
sometimes the astrologists spit some true facts
i hate gemini women, what’s up with that?
sorry to all of the gemini listeners
you ruined my life, but i should’ve forgiven her
that was a joke, no one ruined my life
i’m happy and joyous and everything’s alright
i like capricorns, and i think that they’re cool
i met one that i vibed with in middle school
our falling apart, the details unclear
now we just call like one time a year
what would life be like if i had just spent
more time listening instead of trying to vent
i talk and i talk but i just don’t listen
i don’t _n_lyze, i sit here reminiscing
lived a whole life at the age of nineteen
60 more years of this, what do you mean?
does it get better? i have no idea
if my future wife listening, i’d love to meet ya
please hit me up, my dms are open
a one_sided convo, cuz you haven’t spoken
talk about her like she is a goddess
but don’t even know her, we haven’t been talkin’
you think about me? i highly doubt it
if you’re hearing this, then don’t talk about it
i’m venting, i’m just saying sh_t on my mind
it’s not that serious, i’m not a weird guy
okay, i’m a little weird, but its not that bad
i’m normal, i’m cool, i’m awesome, i’m rad
i’ve got some qualities you cannot find
in other people or in other guys
like uhhhhhhhhhh of the top of my head
i don’t mansplain, i just listen instead
that might be a lie, i don’t know what i said
i’ve been falling for girls just cause her hair’s red
i’m dead, don’t hit me up for a minute
this game we call life, i’m just trying to win it
i did it, i bit it, the dust, now i’m gone
you want some more singing, i’ll give you a song
this one goes out to all of the guys
the people i love, and the ones i despise
and lemme tell you, when i die
imma go haunt all y’all the rest of your lives
i’ll be a ghost, not friendly like casper
i’ll spook you all day, and i’ll haunt your girl after
maybe a bookshelf, i’ll knock down a book
but there’s no culprit, whoops, made you look
reorganize rooms, that chair’s not where you placed it
your notebooks look funny, looks like i erased it
slowly removing the stuff in your room
play a piano that’s just out of tune
mirror reflection, but you can’t see
wind in the air, who turned on the ac?
unfinished business, i can’t go to heaven
won’t feel fulfilled until i stop this depression
they say when you die, you get thirty days
to go walk like a ghost, and visit your grave
you’re telling me after i go bite the bullet
i still have more time to live life to the fullest?
wanted some water from the dining hall
so dehydrated, i was getting withdrawals
dispenser was broken, is this a sick joke?
they gave me a free can of diet coke
hopped on a call at one in the morning
not gonna lie conversation was boring
it was people from home, haven’t seen them in months
they talked and yapped bout all kinds of stuff
here’s some fun news, here’s some hot goss
name any person, i’ll give you my thoughts
i feel disconnected, a whole different world
don’t care bout which guy is dating which girl
my brother is living back on the west coast
i used to confide in him, well, the most
called him the other day, it was alright
called me for ten minutes, just real late at night
how was you day? how was your class?
midterms were fine, i think that i’ll pass
nothing to mention, connection was gone
a different dimension, but what sh_t went wrong?
friend paid me back, an even six dollars
she said, “keep the change” and i said “what an honor”
my food was three bucks, chinatown’s got some deals
under four dollars, that’ll pay for a meal!
checked my account, went “oh well sh_t”
barely had enough for the public transit
train cost is two dollars and ninety cents
take it too often, a crazy expense
maybe i’ll start smoking more cigarettes
think of all of the clout that i’d get
if all of my friends were to jump off a bridge
something cool’s down there, it’s gotta exist
they’re smoking around me, just right in my face
d_mn girl, just give me some personal sp_ce
i say i don’t smoke, they say “good for you”
i’m thinking i release my smoker debut
i’ll go buy a new pack, smoke them all up
maybe now they’ll listen and won’t interrupt
they tell me “don’t do it, stay away while you can”
but then they smoke without me ‘cause i’m the bigger man
my friends are not chilling, it’s getting real awk
don’t move out of town, make the arguing stop
they’re all good people, they just don’t get along
i hope they’re listening to this whole song
i’m not name_dropping you, ‘cause you know who you are
i love you all dearly, love with my whole heart
it makes me real sad that you’re fighting a little
i don’t know the details, it’s so noncommittal
one group chat made, now it’s turned into three
if i text the first one, you left on seen
ask for my plans, ten pm sounds fine
and i’m hanging with the other ones from six to nine
“you do so much sh_t, you’re just like bo burnham!”
get away from my diss, oh sh_t now don’t hurt ‘em
they say that we’re similar, music and jokes
a bo burnham knockoff, i don’t have high hopes
his work’s amazing, i’m stuck in a rut
spitting some bars in his album, say “what.”
mind of a g_nius, i wish that i had it
cut out the thoughts that might be problematic
listen, transcend, a feeling flows right over me
he’s making jokes, but he also writes poetry
his shows are an hour, he’s got so much stamina
and he’s not afraid to make jokes to a camera..
hosting a show in the town village theater
bullied my friend, and i barely see her
getting some compliments, getting some fame
our friendship was ruined, it didn’t feel the same
you want another, i’ll go make a deal
pay me more money, i’ll make a new wheel
i’ll write whatever, right down on a page
it’s really sh_tty, but i just got paid
art’s now a job, now there’s no meaning
n0body listening, what the point of speaking
i have something serious, and i wrote it down
said it out loud, now i look like a clown
if i cried on stage would you guys still laugh?
if i weren’t funny, would you still have my back?
give me a second, a new joke is brewing
don’t hit me up or ask how i’m doing
listen to me, i’ve got so much to say
binge_watch the pod and waste your whole day
i’ve listened to every podcast three times
one while recording, another while crying
man, i just hate it when raps do not rhyme
that sh_t f_cking sucks
i also hate it when raps get kinda meta
that sh_t also f_cking sucks
irrational fear that my bluetooth stops working
blasting my music, people’s heads start turning
whenever i turn on my phone while outside
i check my settings to make sure bluetooth’s alive
my nightmares are basic, my dreams are a bore
i have no more dreams when i sleep anymore
i’ll dream that i’m going to classes all night?
wake up and actually go in real life
i used to dream of the craziest sh_t
i became a pirate or i drove a sp_ceship!
now my dreams are about mundane tasks
it’s not a bad, its just like, “bro, who does that?”
road work ahead? i sure hope it does
attention span deficit, i want some drugs
smelling my hands after scratching my b_lls
maybe i should go and get adderall
screaming in public, cursing the block
telling my friends “hey, imma go for a walk”
sit by the pier, the benches are snowy
dreaming some moonage, call me david bowie
1am stare down the jersey skyline
don’t check my phone if i don’t have the time
classes tomorrow but i do not care
i’ll sit on this bench in the cold winter air
went to a friend’s house, still wearing my glasses
getting made fun of by all of the masses
i might be blind, but i can still see
“um, how many fingers?” well i think that it’s three
my frames broke, but i fixed them with tape
the lenses are loose, but i still see okay
armpits musty, reeboks dusty
keep my contacts in. i throw them out monthly
think about getting contacts with colors–
brown_eyed or hazel or something or other
my aura points are gonna quadruple
irises bright, you can now see my pupils
feeling like everyone’s under attack
how do i get her to go text me back
checking on insta, her story appears
but i can’t unfollow, haven’t spoken in years
comment on posts like “reunite when?”
get a response, “idk” again!
small town to city, moved to the big apple
my redheaded queens like annie and chappell
i make here, make it anywhere
sewage smoke in the central park air
rich people stinky, i’m calling that musk
new yorkers sinning and h_rny with l_st
no ideas that i can commit to
doof inventions, didn’t even watch season two
podcast was cool, stop pitching ideas
don’t fight my battles, don’t join the arena
someone suggested i go for a walk
bringing a speaker and play fetty wap
the stuff that i do is so untraditional
and this suggestion just isn’t original
i love your feedback and i love to talk
but i work alone, feel free to just watch
i’m not mad, you guys just don’t get my process
it takes a while to come up with these concepts
concepts of a plan, i’m the only man
stupid enough to continue all of this f_cking brand
my brand is complex, can’t write it on paper
what’s it about? man, i’m simply just taylor
the podcast is art, its solace, its real
i go here to cope, and i go here to deal
i sit and i work forty hours a week
writing mad verses, mastered my godd_mn technique
i will admit that it seems kinda stupid
podcast’s a joke, that’s all you’ve concluded
why do i always have to start singin’
to get anyone to go and start listenin’?
the last pod i ranted about my bad thoughts
no one confronted me, or asked what was wrong
“i watched it taylor, and i started to laugh!”
that’s not the point, and i guess you do not gaf
the people are asking for taylor’s next crashout
sit back and relax and try not to black out
its not that hard to hear what i’m saying
just treat me normal and ask how my day is
don’t call me buddy. don’t ask how i slept
i don’t need your input, don’t need no respect
wake up to texts at a little past noon
last night was crazy, you’ll feel better soon
feel better soon? guys, i’m not dying
i’ll be here forever, go stop me from trying
i won’t give in, i won’t go toward the light
i opened up google, search celebrities’ heights
scarlett johannson is five foot three
that’s a whole two inches shorter than me
i’m a short person, and i’m real insecure
make fun of me, i won’t take it no more
hit my growth spurt at the age of fourteen
then i stopped growing, like what do you mean?
everyone else seemed to grow a bit taller
all of them towering, now they’re all ballers
i jump so high, but i can’t touch the rim
i’m five foot five, i’m not better than him
serve people at work, making people happy
they give me a smile while they’re looking down at me
trying to go to more open mic shows
writing some comedy, writing some jokes
first one i went to, i went up and bombed
i’m starting to think i told the set_ups wrong
went to another, my head in the game
hopes that the people remember my name
told a good joke, and people were smiling
i got a good rhythm, and i got some good timing
i finished and people well they, said i was fine
not the greatest, but well. they had a good time
learning a lot, and i learned with the crowd
learned that i shouldn’t be scared to be loud
it’s hard to write stuff that i think is clever
i like the jokes, but can i do this forever?
i get in a groove, i write up a storm
learning the structure, the ways and the forms
speaking of structure, we’re kinda halfway
don’t worry, though. i’ve got a lot to say
thirty more minutes, i still have more time
an hour of podcast is 600 vines
what are some other fun measurement systems?
three episodes of a 90s sitcom
the what the h_ll audio, 450 loops
30 plays of mlg harry potter youtube p__ps
i miss old youtube, i miss ryan higa
if you don’t know him i wouldn’t wanna be ya
wong fu, and domics, alex and roi wasabi
they’d make a joke, and i’d be like “haha! you got me!”
what the f_ck is that weird ticking noise?
pretend you’re the puppets with all of the boys
2012, some of y’all weren’t born
don’t even know my man, fred figgleh_rn
i used to have fun reading buzzfeed quizzes
“bet you can’t name all 36 of these women!”
can i have the ipad? i’d go ask my mom
running a store in girlsgogames.com
i used to wanna have internet fame
made stuff on imovie, looked kinda lame
didn’t think “man, my sh_t kinda sucks”
kid taylor thought it was awesome as f_ck
middle school films, my friends and i stupid
all fun and games, we just wanted to do it
hung out and got food, production was chill
i wonder if everyone remembers that still
not a care in the world, we just had a vision
had a watch party, the whole group was livid
edited hours of joking around
redid the vocals and redid the sound
it was real crude, but we did not care
we had fun together, i wish i was still there
art shouldn’t be about impressing viewers
it was just us, writing bits on computers
you could be productive, but you listened to this
i’ve taken an hour of time that you’ll miss
we could’ve worked out or done some hot yoga
we could’ve gone out or at least doordashed boba
podcast is all about testing your patience
i’ve got stuff to say now, tune into my station
think of the symbolism that you might miss
you won’t catch it all, but you’ll get the gist
there is a meaning behind every word
a gun in the first act goes off in the third
set up some conflicts, how will it end?
maybe they don’t and you’re stuck in suspense
i’m real pretentious, i think that i’m smart
i keep calling this garbage sh_t “my art”
i’m not a g_nius, i’m just a scam
pretending i’m something more than i am
real art is acting, just like henry cavill
or painting the roof of the new sistine chapel
taking a photo of these trying times
or writing a book, a thousand pages in size
practice and practice and practice my craft
throw in the garbage and start a new draft
trying to put a pen to the page
start a new document, fuel it with rage
stayed up until five, just stared at my phone
thinking bout how we will all die alone
slept through my classes, didn’t miss much
teachers, they be yapping bout science and stuff
days don’t feel real, not much to explore
no more adventures, no more cool lore
no crazy stories, no funny bits
childlike wonder is taking the sh_t
back in high school, got in all kinds of trouble
hit on a girl and her twin, call that double
i don’t be doing that stupid sh_t anymore
i’m getting so drunk that i fall to the floor
used to go out almost every night
just to taco bell runs, just to go grab a bite
snuck into another high school’s homecoming
caught by security, now we be running
not serious, i just bleached my whole head
friend’s graduation, well i walked instead
beat myself up and broke my own wrist
in front of the class, the two of us kissed
made fun of people for just being mean
too loud in classes, just tryna be seen
jumped on some tables, valentines day
some may have called me a pro cause i play
hosted a gameshow only on discord
sword fight in hallways, i look like a sith lord
writing my name on the bottoms of desks
working on something and making projects
painting of me in the dressing room stall
menchies poster covers hole in the wall
backpack in ceiling, my name’s on a flat
hope that those stay cause i’ll never go back
climbed on a roof, drove through the halls
stage before show week, i painted it all
arg for all the people who missed me
crashed into somebody’s ford f150
folks round the town called me the cryptic messenger
seemed to p_ss off all of the female wrestlers
made a new friend in that class women’s literature
she won some awards and i denounced every bit of her
homecoming king and homecoming king
a solo at disney, but i forgot to sing
teacher went home, built a pillow fort
drove to a choir gig from the airport
performed in a dance show, i danced guy_girl
had hobbies, gave the guitar a quick whirl
cool swedish girl, i thought i could pull her
went to florida and met ava kolker
i used to be cool, but what the f_ck happened?
now this is my life, and i still suck at rapping
finish a line, move onto another
checking on my phone, a text from my brother
he’s doing sh_t that i used to do–
he’s standing on desks and hijinks ensue
if he saw me now, man what would he think?
“this guy’s got so boring, this guy f_cking stinks”
when people ask, “oh hey how’s new york?”
i say that its awesome, adventures galore
i say i do stand up and go around town
but hey i’m just lying, cause nothing goes down
i get all delusional, tryna make plans
no one here gets me, they’re not og fans
they say i’ve got charm, and they save i’ve got wit
they don’t know my past, and they don’t know my sh_t
i used to do so much, i used to be great
i used to go driving until really late
i’m not really sad, i know that for a fact
these rhymes are just tryna make me overreact
i feel nothing inside, i feel no emotion
i feel kinda empty, there’s nothing important
life just keeps moving, i’m here for the ride
it’s been years since i’ve formally cried
f_cked up the feelings, i’ve lost all the noise
no more huge sadness but no more huge joys
i want there to be something i can pursue
a friendship, a project, just something to do
friends coming home just to go watch a show
sad that i’m here and that i cannot go
they’ll hang without me on the other coast
fomo from the people that i love the most
they’re watching my brother in his lead debut
if you’re listening, dude, i’m so proud of you
everyone’s watching, you’re gonna do great
i wish i could be there, to see what you made
friends texting me like, “will you fly back to watch?”
“we’re hanging out after, we saved you a spot”
i cannot make it, i wish that i could
i’m failing my brother, like no sibling should
thinking bout home, and i’m thinking ‘bout burgers
i just wanna eat my old in_n_out order
a whole double_double, a side of two fries
maybe a water cup, i’m on a diet
used to go there almost every dinner
small town, everyone you know, they would be there
say a quick “hi”, then we sit all alone
avoiding eye_contact, stare at my phone
grabbing some pizza here at 3am
three dollar slice? oh, well say when
just getting a cheese because i’m on a diet
there’s no added toppings, you should go try it
taking a break from writing these lines
to go get some pizza cause its pizza time
i know a place on 14th called joes
pizza from spiderman two and it blows
“but its a classic and it tastes fantastic!”
oh shut the f_ck up you f_cking joe’s fanatic
you treat it like its gonna make you transcend
you talk about joe like he’s your godd_mn friend
14th street is evil, there’s too many places
too many restaurants that have got evil faces
korean bbq, ate the bulgogi
if you saw me there, pretend you don’t know me
ihop on the street, that sh_t was fire
chicken and waffles is all i desire
waiter was chill, he had a good banter
she talk over people but we can’t understand her
texted a group chat with a small little quip
bashed by my friends, they don’t care what i think
they said i’m not funny, they said taylor’s gay
sending old pictures they know that i hate
hahaha taylor’s sad and alone
we’ll go make fun of him, cause he’s all on his own
b_tt of the joke, imma go shed a tear
thought we were over all this my godd_mn junior year
“i’m always there for you” no the f_ck you’re not!
you make the taylor jokes too when i ask you to stop
can’t trust me ‘cause i was “insane in the past”
just wanted friends here, that’s not what i asked
i’ll leave for new york soon, i’ll see you once more
i’m not making wheel of calamity four
trying to prove that i’m more than my bits
they don’t believe me, they think that that’s it
no group chat call, she can’t get to her phone
god forbid i just call taylor alone
i’m a separate entity, i’m not in the loop
they only hang when i’m part of the group
day where we’re hanging, just us one_and_one
you think you’d rather shoot yourself with a gun
i’ll go secede, i won’t start a fight
bring back old sh_t to go prove that you’re right
they’re all good people, that’s my true belief
maybe i’m bored and i’m just tryna start beef
i’m not emotional, i manipulate
an emotion you’re seeing well it is all fake
i’m in new york, i get lots of respect
haven’t shown them all the stupid stuff yet
i go back home and they treat me like sh_t
i dance like a monkey, i’ll do a backflip
but no one here gets me, no one knows how i think
they don’t know the real me, they don’t hear a thing
maybe i don’t want to go back to funny
maybe i should just consider this lucky
people don’t know that i got into trouble
they don’t make a joke when they see me with stubble
i wanna be great, i wanna be special
but people should still see me on the same level
not to be emo or stereotypical
but they do not get me, all they see is the spectacle
this rap here is funny, light_hearted at times
but it’s not a bit, just my thoughts in a rhyme
who is my audience? i think that there’s none
some might just think that i do this for fun
i’m doing this because its all i can do
don’t write my own music, i don’t cook my own food
i pass time by creating, it’s all i know how
the process is berating, but i can’t stop now
listen, don’t talk, just take a look
_n_lyze me in your godd_mn history books
read through my notes app, write a dbq
pull up the lyrics, and cite your sources too
talk ‘bout my exigence in ap lang
ponder about what the f_ck it is that i’m saying
statement or joke? discuss which is which
info can be found on source number six
posting my journal if insta will let me
call therapists cause you m_f_s don’t get me
go to my old classrooms, old teachers won’t let me
i was a menace, they’ll never forget me
i had a teacher who said i was weird
not even to my face, but to some of my peers
not gonna lie, she’s definitely right
i storm out the class, keeps her up at night
feel bad in her classes, not what she intends
told me upfront that she’s scared of my friends
need motivation, i posted online
set it for sunday, i have a deadline
working gets harder, i lose track of time
working alone so i can call this mine
put up a gorilla up on my door
gorilla who hustle get all the rewards
no hand outs, just opportunity
think i’m unfunny, but you ain’t getting rid of me
walking three miles, call me a boy scout
my desk in the corner of class, its time out
go to the beach, write her name in the sand
still in this classroom, i won’t raise my hand
thinking about all the things that went wrong
what led to this day, what led to this song
tryna remember how it all went down
thinking in rhymes when i walk through the town
am i just rapping because i’m depressed?
or am i sad cause the beats won’t take a rest?
the further i go, the more i start hurting
and if its the latter, then i’d say its working
gonna keep writing until the song stops
gonna keep scrolling through all my tiktoks
the reels, the shorts, the stories, the posts
ignoring people i care about most
making a statement, i’m leaving the chat
hoping that maybe you’ll invite me back
they probably think that i’m mentally ill
i’ve done this before, and they’ve all seen the drill
taylor lashes out, that’s just what he does
it’s ‘cause he’s lonely, he just needs the huzz
i’m tryna figure it out, but i don’t know
but talking to you isn’t helping me cope
cope, scope, 360 spin
victory royale, it’s taylor for the win
i don’t play fortnite but it looks kinda like fun
i’ll fyperfixate on that when this rap is done
maybe i’ll go find a new fun hobby
drawing a painting people in lobbys
might start a podcast, might take up golf
might oragami, might start to larp
i’m a huge nerd, what do you guys expect?
i’m epic at smash bros, nintendo direct
gonna go standby and buy the switch two
a way bigger screen for when i’m playing splatoon
who’s gonna save us? oh who will it be?
i know who’ll save the kingdom, because it’s_a’me!
controllers are drifting, i’m trying to think
my mind isn’t working, i’m the weakest link
don’t know why my rap is going so long
i’m spitting out bars like my boy, donkey kong
do you guy’s remember that? the dk rap?
it’s a relic of old age, the lyrics are kinda wack
its got lots of charm, and my smile’s contagious
it may be real corny, but its energy’s ageless
thought it was something just like no other
listened on loop as a kid with my brother
how do the talk shows do this thing every day?
yap for an hour, still with things to say?
fallon just interviews people will fame
then he will laugh, and they’ll play a quick game
do you think those are scripted? do you think those are real?
they’ve never had problems, outcome’s always ideal
no one has ever done the improv wrong
they get every reference and they know every song
if jimmy had me doing an improv song challenge
i feel like that would require so much talent
what if a guest freaks out on the day
he just sits there and he’s just got nothing to say
jimmy you’re sus, but i cannot prove it
too many wins, i don’t know how you do it
other talk shows are more standard than that
kimmel, cobert, conan, all just for laughs
hosting is difficult, there’s so much stress
one f_ck up, now your legacy’s a mess
i couldn’t be on a camera that long
and all with a smile and banter, c’mon!
i could get free tickets for jimmy fallon
not a commitment, we’re both in manhattan
been here for months, i’ll add him to the list
think of the tapings and shows that i’ve missed
i’ve seen lots of celebritites here
restaurant with tom hanks, just eating a meal
go watched a movie and i saw emma stone
lea michele just f_cking standing alone
artists at school, they be walking the hallways
classmate is dancing in a show off_broadway
another had acted with ben platt last summer
i know the guy who coined the phrase “cowabummer”
they’re all so humble, they’re just here for the ride
i don’t do sh_t and i still feel more pride
“you’re art is unique, never seen it before!”
podcast won’t help me get my foot in the door
think of my future, i’ll work 9_to_5
saving up my money until i go die
i’ll look back on my life and what i had missed
i wasted my 20s and every year since
trying my hardest to make this life count
can i pay for happiness? name an amount?
i’m gonna die and i might feel indifferent
“don’t wish for death”, oh thanks for being considerate
can’t express myself in normal ways
slight sarcasm in the words that i say
there’s so much to me that’s not shown daily
i open my mouth and i sound like a baby
words coming out and they don’t make sense
one characteristic, it seems so intense
one track pony? i’m a one_track mind
standing in the middle of the subway track line
i’m not amazing, i’m an all_around
got all my basics, but can’t nail them down
i’ll redirect the whole conversation
changing my name and move to a new nation
go to j_pan and be one with the locals
go to karaoke with my crazy good vocals
move to peru, live right by the river
take a vow of silence and fish for my dinner
go to alaska and buy a log cabin
gloves on my nightstand, i’ll need to go grab ‘em
live in a hostel in norway or sweden
learn a new language through talking and reading
past is behind me, emotions get number
no need to call me, i’m getting a new number
not that you texted me at all anyway
message the group chat with nothing to say
asked you a question, i don’t get an answer
too busy with what’s_her_name, tryna romance her?
single right now and honestly i feel fine
but people are asking me “oh, who’s your valentine?”
i don’t wanna date, but i have to i guess
my friends use my love life to gauge my success
people are bugging me, now its a problem
“i wouldn’t date you, but she would, you gottem!”
they’re tryna to pitch me new podcast episodes
this is my art, why don’t you go make your own
my stuff is a way for me to express
the things in my head that just won’t take a rest
sometimes that means that i’m singing bout santa
other times, i’m crashing out while writing these stanzas
you can’t decide what i do with my life
i’m on my own time and i do what i like
next episode is an hour of silence
hearing no voices, its awesome, go try it!
no conversation to try and converse
here’s a quick sample with the next verse
oh wasn’t that fun! oh wasn’t that great!
thanks for just listening and for taking a break
everything should be in some moderation
too much of something leads to altercations
too much water or too much sun
too many buddies, i have too much fun
fun is real cool, and my fun isn’t stopping
the fun tries to find me while i try to lock in
fun every day? wouldn’t that be weird!
can’t wish for christmas every day of the year!
you’d lose all your spirit, watching the days go by!
groundhog day anyone, they’d wanna die!
fun every day? wouldn’t that be weird!
can’t wish for christmasevery day of the year!
you’d lose all your spirit, watching the days go by!
groundhog day anyone, they’d wanna die!
fun every day? wouldn’t that be weird!
can’t wish for christmas every day of the year!
you’d lose all your spirit, watching the days go by!
groundhog day anyone, they’d wanna die!
that was a joke about that old movie
the one with bill murray, that film really moved me
i think about what would happen if i
were stuck in a time loop for the rest of time
would it get boring? could i still live?
taken up everything that a life could give
time loop at fordham, eternal d_mnation
stuck in a college that we call the ram nation
college is great, but i’ve lost my identity
how should i act if no precedent is set for me
people are so nice so i can’t complain
my life in college just feels so mundane
a kid from my hometown might one day come across me
a name in old yearbooks, those old photos that haunt me
they’ll ask my old teachers, did you know this man?
they’ll talk all about me, and they’ll say what they can
that kid’s gonna hear about me and go “woah!
he went here for four years and worked on twelve shows
some for the school, and some on his own
i wanna be just like him when i’m grown!”
no kid should go through this, just stick to conventions
don’t fall for art sh_t, don’t seek more attention
express yourself in a way with less pressure
cause now i feed on it, but i can’t write forever
why am i writing, no justification
no listeners and now i don’t know what i’m saying
now i’m clocking out, you don’t know how i’ve been
if we don’t reach out, you won’t see me again
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