I roll out of bed
In my star-print robe
Coffee on my shirt
Crumbs all over the globe
Type “good morning, world”
With a crooked grin
If it makes you smile
That’s my login
[Chorus]
I get paid to rant on Blurt.blog
Talkin’ life, art, cats, and smog
Little cha-ching every time I think
Sip that joy like a long slow drink
Oh, I get paid to live my life out loud
Click that post, make my mama proud
[Verse 2]
Snap one weird photo
Of my toast and jam
Call it “Breakfast Study”
Yeah, I’m that ham
Black-and-white doorway
Stray dog yawns wide
Suddenly it’s “urban stillness”
I just stepped outside
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Film grain on my fingers
Old songs in my head
Blue tint on the city
Silver dreams in my bed
I write what I’m feeling
You read, you relate
The comments go crazy
And so does my rate
[Verse 3]
Crooked jazz record
Spinning slow and sly
I hum some nonsense
Let the rhythm reply
Type about heartbreak
Then a dumb meme too
If it made you laugh
That’s my rent come through

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