Oh man, I don't wanna brag
But my red pen writes real good raps
'Bout to tear it up like arts and crafts
Speak for yourself if no one else will
Brilliance won't announce his brilliance
False humility didn't know he was pretentious
Choose your words wisely, can I kick it?
Break bread and fellowship with cultural critics
I wrote a song for the summer
Saved it for the winter
Crayon glitter
Color in the big picture
So simple man, not a simpleton
We get by bare minimum
All I want is a little bit of land
House and a farm and a number-one jam
To take over your stereo, imaginations captivated
Party people motivated, don't make it so complicated
Pens and needles, forty eight bars to fill
Sharpened pencils scribbling, yes, y'all
Writers blocked in my head against the wall
Nothing good to say, say nothing at all
I wrote a song for the summer
Saved it for the winter
Crayon glitter
Color in the big picture
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke
And so it goes
Dig deep, hide behind the mystique
Angst finds knowledge, knowledge finds a scene
Irrelevant religion pleads legitimacy
We chose not to take ourselves seriously
Cluttered virtue fashion for simple truth
Ideas first or the people they serve
Keep quiet while you learn, raise your voice if you're sure
With enough authority to put it in a verse
I wrote a song for the summer
Saved it for the winter
Crayon glitter
Color in the big picture
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke
And so it goes
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke
My friend Everett, he told me
Don't trust a man that cannot be
At the bottom of a joke