Uncharted Above Average

There’s this girl I know
She say she likes the way I flow
But can’t recite a verse I wrote
Despite excited faux emotes
So why do I always invite her to my shows
When I know that she’d rather stay at home all alone?

Ummm, I guess I blame it on my chromosomes
The kinda guy to lie around waitin on his mobile phone
And when I still don’t a text, I lay and moan and groan
Known that it’s time to throw the towel in and hold my own

I’m growin older and wiser with every song I write
Everytime I touch the mic I smile and I like my life
But at night, it’s quite the opposite and so I try
To put my feelins into words and purge them so I never cry

Never say die, cuz a frickin Goonie
Ruthlessly proven to all groupies I’m a looney toonie
Cruelly judgin me like people think they Truly knew me
On the real I’m just another artist who is stupid Moody

You don’t like how I spit
I’m too nice, and too white for this shit?
Never light up a spliff?
Or I’m not white enough, sly with my witts?
An unintelligent loser who gets hyphy and lit?