Verse 1 I got a riff from ’09 sittin’ under my bed, A beat I found behind the couch still tappin’ in my head. A melody I scribbled on a napkin at the mall, I glued it to a bassline that I stole from down the hall. There’s a chorus in a shoebox that I swear is kinda tight, A bridge I wrote at 3 AM that only works at night. A synth that wheezes like it’s runnin’ outta steam, But if it makes a noise, it’s joinin’ on the team. Chorus Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the scraps get funky accidentally. If it buzzes, hums, or squeaks, it’s meant for me— I’m the king of repurposin’ musically. Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the broken bits find harmony. If it rattles, clanks, or croaks, it’s VIP— Every piece of trash becomes a melody. Verse 2 Got a chord progression livin’ in a pickle jar, A loop I rescued from the trunk of someone’s car. A drum fill that I found inside a cereal box, A groove I trapped by accident while lookin’ for my socks. There’s a half‑song in a suitcase that I swear I’ll use one day, A funky little snippet that refuses to go away. A sample that I captured from a squeaky kitchen drawer— I stretched it, pitched it, now it’s hittin’ like a score. Chorus Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the scraps get funky accidentally. If it buzzes, hums, or squeaks, it’s meant for me— I’m the king of repurposin’ musically. Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the broken bits find harmony. If it rattles, clanks, or croaks, it’s VIP— Every piece of trash becomes a melody. Bridge Don’t touch that box— that’s my “future Grammy winner.” Don’t open that drawer— that’s my “maybe use for dinner.” Don’t throw that out— that’s my “accidental banger.” Don’t move that can— that’s my “funk emergency hanger.” Don’t sweep that pile— that’s my “next big inspiration.” Don’t toss that bag— that’s my “chart‑toppin’ creation.” Don’t judge my stash— this is organized chaos, see? Every little scrap’s a part of my discography. Final Chorus Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the scraps get funky accidentally. If it buzzes, hums, or squeaks, it’s meant for me— I’m the king of repurposin’ musically. Welcome to my Junk Drawer Symphony, Where the broken bits find harmony. If it rattles, clanks, or croaks, it’s VIP— Every piece of trash becomes a melody. Outro Yeah, I’m hoardin’ all these sounds like treasure, Turnin’ random junk into funky pleasure. If it’s weird, forgotten, dusty, or free— It’s goin’ in the Junk Drawer Symphony.
