Thinking It Over

[Verse 1] I almost text'd a girl this one time Then I went and wondered if she'd think "XD" was wack And if she'd even know what it meant And if "Haha" looked dismissive or like a decent laugh To tell the truth, I don't know if it's the latter or the former I just didn't wanna ignore her But I couldn't decide what to say back So I chose an anxiety attack in a corner Paralyzed by thought, and therein lies the fault Not afraid of risk, but terrified to walk Except in front of a mic, cause terror dies, and I Go so animal, I hear Eliza talk Wild, I know, bittersweet, rap Thornberry Say I'm out of my mind, I say I'm out of the ordinary You say I'm over-thinking? Trick, I might be But I think I'm on to something, so get like me [Hook] I don't wanna leave my bed because pretty much everything [Makes me wonder] And I don't wanna leave my house because pretty much everything [Makes me wonder] But I don't wanna leave my head, even though every single second it [Makes me wonder] It's the reason that you see me now, so I love when it [Makes me wonder... makes me wonder] [Verse 2] I almost dropped a song this one time Then I started thinkin' 'bout markets and targets Audiences and demographics And the over-abundance of so-called artists What separates a classic from garbage? How can I be timely and timeless? How can I make the life of a dark kid somehow look appealing to these white chicks? I'm in a position to either be listened to Or written to a page in the book of the trite Could be polite and above average... Or bring innovation with brashness, I'm asking What is accessibility really, when perception and opinion make any notion of such seem silly? To define my art truly I'm either a drop in the ocean or a shark in a Jacuzzi [Hook] [Verse 3] Gotta get a grip, slow it down, sort it out Put it back together, or better, just throw it out But I've never been good at letting go I still want my 2nd grade crushes' X and Os, you never know Is what I like to tell myself, but she's married now My heart got my head wiggin' like Harry's owl It's like he's perched in my dome, tryina' stare me down Now I feel like I bird brain; very foul Every owl isn't wise, I've found This one lay eggs, that hatch and cause brows to furrow Which cause wrinkles to form, from being overly thorough in every thought; It's not smart, it's horrible Birth of an idea, that grows out of control Go too deep, and you get thrown out of your soul You find yourself on the outside, looking in Only to double-take that; now, look again [Hook] [Ad-Libs] You know, it's like... it's like one of my favorite artists said The problem with over-thinking is... you create solutions for the good and for the bad