(-) = Side Mouth
[Intro]
Hey, guys! Hahahaha!
Boy, what a crazy year it was
(Happy Birthday, Yotam. You know I really li-)
There's no time, start the song!
Oh, boy it seems I'm twenty-one
It's been another year
I guess I should confess
About my existential fears
And, yes it may depress
But don't digress just take a knee
If you're a lady, take my lap
Must be over eighteen
I figured what I love to, that's great
Yet still I sometimes hesitate
If tortured artist is my fate
I need to stop and calculate
The time I spend here in this room
Whether it points to social doom
Assess the date then resume
And I'm still not sure
What to do with these hands
When I'm out
And the ladies, oh they love me
They won't take a minutes break
JK, my love life's reminiscent
Of sad turtles in the shade
But then again, I don't try
Trusting it'll drop by
If not, well oh my
I guess it's more bro time
My life always constant
Producing more content
Ten years in the making
And proud of the product
Productive but snoozing
The muse is elusive
Enough with excuses
Sit down and induce it
And I'm still not sure
What to do with these hands
When I'm out
[Outro]
I'm not excited about drinking
Because you can drink beer
When you're eighteen here
It doesn't matter
Don't leave that as a comment
I get so mad, so mad, so mad