[Intro] (Hey man, do you have a pen I can borrow?) [Verse 1] Yo, check this out, crosswords are my thing, I don't stress, even if I'm not a genius. Box after box, I keep questioning it, Weird definitions, don't bother trying to figure me out. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Crosswords are like a damn mystery, Between the lines, the letters, I spin like a top. I make up silly words, I laugh like a lunatic, Crosswords are my chaos, but I love drowning in it. [Verse 2] On my table, I've got my pen, I'm like a boss, Filling in the blanks, even if I'm not the best. Sometimes I curse, when I see an empty square, I'm not a genius, but I'm not a fool either. [Instrumental] [Chorus 2] Crosswords are my brain fix, I go crazy when I can't find the word, it's pure chaos. But when it clicks, damn, it's fireworks, Crosswords are my drug, my vice, my delight. [Instrumental] [Outro] So fuck the boxes, fuck the definitions, I'm here to have fun, that's my only ambition. With friends or solo, I don't care about the result, Crosswords are life, even if they drive me nuts, that's it! [Instrumental] [Spoken] (Come on: In 7 letters, a 17th-century painter) **Pen Break Sound** (Ho shiet, i'm gonna study grammar! ) (Well yeah man, you gotta listen in class!) [Instrumental, Fade Out] (Come on: In 7 letters, a 17th-century painter) **Pen Break Sound** (Ho shiet, i'm gonna study grammar! ) (Well yeah man, you gotta listen in class!) [End]
