Juni here with the adhd,
That’s where I get my creativity,
Buzzing all around like a chubby bumblebee,
That’s me…coming in with the sting,
Finding juices nectar, wait, is that a thing?
Ting a ling a ling, school bell a ring,
I think I lost my hamster, traveling down the sink,
Wait, I think I need to just think,
Whoa, I just got whiff, and yo, that stinks.
I think…I got all the dope flows,
Got sisters and no bros,
Except one with a webbed toe,
I know, I show, a little loco when I flow,
But here I go, here I go, here…I…go.
To the stow, grab the mic and ready to bust,
And when I bust, I bust through like a rhinoceros,
Your career is imaginary like Mr. Snuffleupagus,
In Juni you should trust,
And with my words, you’ll never hear me cuss,
But what’s the fuss? I’m in the middle of my lyrical flow,
From Puerto Rico,
Migraines in my dome,
Just leave me a beat, and a chrome microphone.
Not down with this, then you’ll be home alone,
Scared in the closet, begging to phone home,
E.T.
See me,
Juni,
You thinking to yourself, this is just insanity,
And maybe…But my mom got me tested,
Knock three times so you can be fully vetted,
80 HD, in the place to be,
I’d be lying if I said I went to the university,
You can’t see me,
Just hangin with my cats like Winnie the B.
Schmidt happens, when you come with all that you got,
Here’s a battery, now your my Scott’s Tots,
The only dance move I got, is the robot,
Are those freckles, let’s play connect the dots.
You say not…that you’ll call the cops,
Wait! My contacts are dry, somebody give me my drops.
My meds kicking in, so no mo of this and that,
Done with my rap…and time to take a map.
Outro:
Fluff my pillows,
Sing me Soft Kitty,
Give me a glass of ginger ale,
Song is now over…goodnight.
Juni
