if my hair kinda sicks, just like, don't tell me

indie art-pop, lo-fi hip-hop, psychedelic pop

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[Pre-Chorus]
i ain’t seeking notes or a panel,
no think pieces on the channel.
if it’s mid, keep it friendly,
nod once, lemme think it looks trendy.

[Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
think it’s indie deluxe, it looks mad healthy.
gotta be cool beans, gotta be cuff-ready,
yeah alright, shh, don’t tell me.
thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure,
No “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.”
gotta be cool beans, gotta be ready,
yeah alright, don’t tell me.

[Verse 2]
late cut last week from a barber named joe,
we talked about bands and the price of the show.
bro botched the fade, said “trust the grow out,”
dude, i’m a step ahead, ain’t afraid to go out
rideshare lobby, hallway light harsh,
front camera cruel like middle school march.
if you spot a strand or two staging a coup,
respect the drip, karen, keep passing through.

[Pre-Chorus]
no audits, no charts, no coaching,
i’m off the clock, i’m coasting.
see, it’s easy, elementary;
minimal truth, maximum energy.

[Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
low-effort art that defies the many.
laugh and catch these hands, straight casus belli,
yeah alright, just don’t tell me.
thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure,
no “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.”
laugh and catch these hands, straight casus belli,
yeah alright, just don’t tell me.

[Bridge]
cap on, late checkout, we’re fine.
no speeches, no hotline.
rate it eight and keep moving.
mood just keeps improving.

[Break / Call-and-response]
bad hair day
{it'll be ok)
what went wrong
(nothing, that’s the song)

[Final Chorus]
if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me,
downtown plain, but i won’t be salty.
play it off, make it inconsequential,
cool, essential, existential.
thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure,
no “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.”
downtown plain, but i won’t be salty,
yeah alright, don’t tell me.

[Outro]
L.E.D. glare when i get back home,
finally fix the part wit a switchblade comb.
if it lands, it lands, if it fails, it fails,
bad hair, big mood; chill vibes prevail..

2415/7500

[Verse 1] rolled out at noon, monster on the dresser, Peeped the mirror; “eh, whatever.” two swipes of paste, part line playing shy, threw on a jacket that refuses to die. old mixtape aura, thrift-store leather, hair played jazz with the wicked wack weather. homie caught a glimpse in the elevator chrome, looked away smooth; guess nothing was wrong. [Pre-Chorus] i ain’t seeking notes or a panel, no think pieces on the channel. if it’s mid, keep it friendly, nod once, lemme think it looks trendy. [Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, think it’s indie deluxe, it looks mad healthy. gotta be cool beans, gotta be cuff-ready, yeah alright, shh, don’t tell me. thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure, No “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.” gotta be cool beans, gotta be ready, yeah alright, don’t tell me. [Verse 2] late cut last week from a barber named joe, we talked about bands and the price of the show. bro botched the fade, said “trust the grow out,” dude, i’m a step ahead, ain’t afraid to go out rideshare lobby, hallway light harsh, front camera cruel like middle school march. if you spot a strand or two staging a coup, respect the drip, karen, keep passing through. [Pre-Chorus] no audits, no charts, no coaching, i’m off the clock, i’m coasting. see, it’s easy, elementary; minimal truth, maximum energy. [Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, low-effort art that defies the many. laugh and catch these hands, straight casus belli, yeah alright, just don’t tell me. thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure, no “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.” laugh and catch these hands, straight casus belli, yeah alright, just don’t tell me. [Bridge] cap on, late checkout, we’re fine. no speeches, no hotline. rate it eight and keep moving. mood just keeps improving. [Break / Call-and-response] bad hair day {it'll be ok) what went wrong (nothing, that’s the song) [Final Chorus] if my hair kinda sucks, just like, don’t tell me, downtown plain, but i won’t be salty. play it off, make it inconsequential, cool, essential, existential. thumbs up, small smile, leave it obscure, no “that’s a choice,” no “o.k. sure.” downtown plain, but i won’t be salty, yeah alright, don’t tell me. [Outro] L.E.D. glare when i get back home, finally fix the part wit a switchblade comb. if it lands, it lands, if it fails, it fails, bad hair, big mood; chill vibes prevail..

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