

Prompt / Lyrics
[vocal improvisation recommended] Spinning through my days in a sideways haze Laughin’ at the world in my own strange ways Every little mess is a memory parade I keep myself company, I’m my own parade Teacups dance, socks sip tea, pancakes spin away Just me, just me, keepin’ company today It’s a quiet spin in the cosmic haze Another rapper tossin’ out the same cliché I try to glide through the hours without losing my way But my mouth trips up, as usual, every day I’m tryna sharpen my expression Swap the milkshake for a green obsession Bring back the wonder of childhood’s confession Before it slipped away I’m reckless and cautious, foolish yet aware at the same time ‘Cause I read stories where saints were wild like rock stars Spinning through my days in a sideways haze Laughin’ at the world in my own strange ways Every little mess is a memory parade I keep myself company, I’m my own parade Teacups dance, socks sip tea, pancakes spin away Just me, just me, keepin’ company today And miracles flowed like vintage wine in bars I wanna rescue a penguin from a crowded zoo Dream of a goat that wears a little bow Cut the tension, keep my calm in view Maybe paint, maybe sew My teacups are doing the cha-cha on the windowsill Gotta pace myself, I’m smokin’ like a doorway Another glass of brandy fades away You know you wouldn’t doubt me I can throw a party, drift back to the scene When I sipped my rum, feelin’ serene Teacups dance, socks sip tea, pancakes spin I used to pray to a chubby little elf Till I found out he lived on someone else’s shelf Turns out the magic was never really felt There I go cussin’ again I’m my own rival, my closest friend The one who ends it and starts it again Take me back to ‘84 once more When I swallowed a grape, it rolled to the floor Felt a vine grow inside me, I swore Every hop I made, it shook the floor The leftover pancakes have formed a tiny theme park Gotta slow it down, I’m smokin’ like a doorway Another bottle of whiskey fades away You wouldn’t put it past me I can reminisce, laugh at the day When I poured my rum and ran away Tiny pancake rides spinning in my kitchen, it’s just me Keepin’ myself company Hey mama, are you laughin’ at me? I sent a note to Burger Queen Gotta do something to escape ennui Before my boredom eats me clean Like fries soaked in too much grease Minutes drippin’ past without release But I swear I’m tastier than that Like fries used to be before the fat was capped My socks are having a tea party with the goldfish I gotta pace myself, can’t blow away Another shot is gone today You wouldn’t doubt me anyway I can throw a party, reminisce and say How I tipped my rum in my younger days Socks sipping tiny cups with the goldfish, it’s plain to see Just me keepin’ company
Tags
Alt. R&B Retro soul Indie pop Neo-soul with Motown influence Funk-pop groove 105–115 BPM
4:06
No
2/12/2026