Lint Trap Philosophy

[Intro – dry a cappella, half-sarcastic] Yeah, I found my soul in a dryer sheet, Static cling lessons, life on repeat, Quarter for a spin and I’m stuck inside, Truth shrinks down when the cycle dries. [Verse 1] I argue with machines in a parking lot, Soda won’t drop but the neon’s hot, Kicked the glass once, it just blinked back slow, Gave me Diet Fear with a sugar-free glow. My landlord’s cat keeps spying at night, Blinkin’ like Morse code under porch light, Maybe it’s wisdom, maybe it’s war, Either way, I keep sandbags at the door. [Chorus – loud, playful] Lint trap philosophy, dust ball sermons, Life feels cheap but the heat keeps burnin’, Quirky little gospel with a side of rage, Weird truths scribbled on a laundromat page. [Verse 2] Talked to a crow on the telephone wire, Said, “Kid, your dreams smell just like fire.” Told him thanks, then I stole his shoes, Now I walk in circles when I pay my dues. Mom texts twice, says I look like sin, But I send her back selfies with a plastic grin, World’s on edge, I’m just skating through, With duct-taped sneakers and a bad tattoo. [Bridge – snappy, defiant] Clap once for chaos, twice for the grind, Three claps if you lost your mind, Weird’s not broken, weird’s the crown, Dance with your flaws till the lights shut down. [Final Chorus] Lint trap philosophy, dust ball sermons, Spit strange proverbs, the crowd keeps learnin’, Quirky little gospel, sharp and raw, Life’s an inside joke with a crooked law.