[Verse 1]
I've got a rhyming disease
In my head, everything rhymes
I write and write until I can't
'Til my brain hurts
Lyrics in my head all the time
I've made a lotta songs
I don't know how many I've made
But, I've made a lotta songs
And I write everyday
[Chorus]
I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage
And ate porridge with George
People say the word "orange" doesn't rhyme with anything
[Verse 2]
From the hi-hat to the snare to the vocals
I love beats and rhymes
Just the craft of it, I was in the rap olympics
Rapping and singing and dancing and I am white
Something about the pen and paper
I can look at all my ideas and I can see 'em
If I don't got paper I'll write it on my hand
Fill up the hand and I'll transfer it to paper
I've got a rhyming disease
In my head, everything rhymes
I write and write until I can't
'Til my brain hurts
Lyrics in my head all the time
I've made a lotta songs
I don't know how many I've made
But, I've made a lotta songs
And I write everyday
[Chorus]
I put my orange four-inch door hinge in storage
And ate porridge with George
People say the word "orange" doesn't rhyme with anything
[Verse 2]
From the hi-hat to the snare to the vocals
I love beats and rhymes
Just the craft of it, I was in the rap olympics
Rapping and singing and dancing and I am white
Something about the pen and paper
I can look at all my ideas and I can see 'em
If I don't got paper I'll write it on my hand
Fill up the hand and I'll transfer it to paper
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