⭐ Main Character Syndrome ⭐

Lyrics

yeah
this aint depression
this shits limited edition
look

I dont care
that I dont look expensive
still got main character syndrome
and dont find it offensive
same fit but with a fresh mood
thats too infectious
dont worry they just stare
because the vibes excessive

damn up late again
like the day didnt invite me
alarm still going
but my pants chose violence
left legs twisted
and the rights stuck inside it
put my phone on flight mode
while looking for the silence

man, one sock might be missing
but this fit still timeless

dust as the drawers open
like museum exhibits
and its the same six tops
from three different crisis
been on a ten year rotation
and still cant decide which

and my black jeans might be faded
but bro I still call that stylin

crease in the tee
with a stain on the shoulder
an Im looking in the mirror like

“yeah man, thats cosure
scientists and leaders
all grow their own cultures"

while my hairs poking up
but never had it to lose composure
...
but Im damn gorgeous
andll still roll up
so bring the camera closer

quick sniff test twice
cos Im quality checking this shit
boxers passed barely
so theyre getting selected for it
mrs says no
but my egos rejecting that bish
and walk past her slow
like the scenes been directed for me

I dont care
that I dont look expensive
still got main character syndrome
and dont find it offensive
same fit but with a fresh mood
thats too infectious
dont worry they just stare
because the vibes excessive

downstairs quiet for once
but no snacks in the cupboard
but one stale wrap
and brown sauce with no cover
but Im down with that
lets see what bacteria
there is to discover

I munch it up
get the back door open
get the back door shut
into my freedom
wake and bake wonders
but Im not a bum
shut up
Im just smoking it for spiritual healing
and the neighbour looks out the window
like “there he goes again”
but I just I wave like the pope
and people been waiting to see him

dressing gown on flapping
cos Im the king of the garden
got ash on my slippers
while looking for the roach card and
dale texts

“you out tonight
you smoking power”

I opened it
stared at it
and then sat there for like an hour
smoking the same old smoke
from the same old flower
in the same old position
as the sun hit my face
with perfect precision

and the fucker got me squinting
like Im losing my vision

I finally text Dale back like
“yeah mofucker, Im active”
but instantly regretted it
cos now I need the tactics
cos I told the mrs we were chillin
but its early and my silly brains
far way too reactive
but shes cool says its fine
she aint got me a captive
but I know in her head
she want to put her
restraining skills into practice

hyped myself up
for a little smoke up session
so I checked my reflection
like Im due on television
same gown
same slippers
but stood with sexy conviction
like my dude
“this aint depression
this shit is limited edition”

typed
“gonna set off at six ish”
but thats optimistic
I aint moved yet
just writing songs on suno
thinking Im being artistic

dale rang twice
but my high ass
just stared at the digits
then I clocked the time
and
...
how the fuck is it
already quarter past 6, shit
...
my main character moment
just been avoiding commitment

I dont care
that I dont look expensive
still got main character syndrome
and dont find it offensive
same fit but with a fresh mood
thats too infectious
dont worry they just stare
because the vibes excessive

so I text Dale back like
“meant seven ish, my bad”
like that was always the plan
and not a stoner moment I had
mrs looked up and said
“really You going out like that”
“what”
but she gives me that look
so I had to go back up
stomped upstairs
like Im in my villain arc
stupid bedroom
stupid mess
find clothes in the dark
put my trackies on
only worn them twice this week
and thats basically fresh
if you dont inspect the knees

couldnt find socks
so I robbed the kids drawer
to borrow and found two that matched
so dashed mine back down on the floor
for tomorrow
doubt Dale will even notice the dinosaurs
cos theyre mostly black so Im calling that a cure

came back down
with my chest all proud like
“yeah, come on then, rate me now”
mrs looked once and didnt even laugh
just said “did you even change
cos you still look like ass”

“cool, thats my fashion
you wouldnt understand it”
patting down pockets
so I dont pull trash out in transit
put rizla in the left, lighter in the right
phone on charge
cos the fuckers on nine

cigs in my hand
then I lost them again
found them in the garden
where I stupidly left them
dale texts “you set off”
I said “basically, yeah”
while stood in the hallway
doing nothing again

I dont care
that I dont look expensive
still got main character syndrome
and dont find it offensive
same fit but with a fresh mood
thats too infectious
dont worry they just stare
because the vibes excessive

I dont care
that I dont look expensive





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