Life's a Junk Droor (by: Mikey Mic.)☄️😍🎉
🎤 "Life's a Junk Drawer" - by Mikey Mike (Verse 1) I'm sharper than your auntie's sewing kit in the couch crease, Still poppin' like the Tupperware lid on last week's beef. I’m the hot breath on a cold mirror — truth foggin’, Life throwin’ punches like a drunk uncle joggin’. Call me the microwave — I stay buzzin’ with the timer, Reheat bars 'til they sizzle like a liar in a sauna liner. People say they woke? I’m the alarm on snooze, With dreams bigger than church hats and Jordan shoes. I'm the remote you can’t find — still got control, Mixin’ Netflix moods with a Maury-style soul. Past like a Polaroid, shakin' for the vision, Present like Amazon — show up with precision. --- (Hook) I’m that broken pencil — pointless but still drawin’ heat, Like grandma’s slipper when you lie through your teeth. Life's a junk drawer — keys, tape, and mysteries deep, Every object got a tale, every silence got a beat. --- (Verse 2) I’m the mop in the corner — slept on, but I clean up, Words stick like gum under desks when the team’s up. I'm your cousin at the BBQ, wild with the plate, Mixin’ Aunt Jemima syrup with a side of debate. I’m the fridge light — only shine when doors open, The cable guy of rap — I show late, still spoken. I’m the voicemail you ain’t checked in three damn months, But I hold secrets like a glovebox with old blunts. I’m yesterday’s news — still wrap fish and truth, I’m the chalk on the board when the teacher’s uncouth. I'm the sidewalk crack mama told you to miss, Yet here I go breakin’ backs with metaphor fists. --- (Bridge) I’m the receipt you kept "just in case," Still got proof of the game that they tried to erase. I’m that damn screen door — always slappin’ your back, But I keep the bugs out when the drama attacks. --- (Outro/Hook) So pass me the duct tape, I’m patchin’ these lives, Like a mechanic with a hangover — still got drive. I’m the fan with dust, but I still blow cold, Everyday objects, everyday gold. Junk drawer bars — rubber bands and sin, Pull a paperclip sword, let the metaphors begin.
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🎤 "Life's a Junk Drawer" - by Mikey Mike (Verse 1) I'm sharper than your auntie's sewing kit in the couch crease, Still poppin' like the Tupperware lid on last week's beef. I’m the hot breath on a cold mirror — truth foggin’, Life throwin’ punches like a drunk uncle joggin’. Call me the microwave — I stay buzzin’ with the timer, Reheat bars 'til they sizzle like a liar in a sauna liner. People say they woke? I’m the alarm on snooze, With dreams bigger than church hats and Jordan shoes. I'm the remote you can’t find — still got control, Mixin’ Netflix moods with a Maury-style soul. Past like a Polaroid, shakin' for the vision, Present like Amazon — show up with precision. --- (Hook) I’m that broken pencil — pointless but still drawin’ heat, Like grandma’s slipper when you lie through your teeth. Life's a junk drawer — keys, tape, and mysteries deep, Every object got a tale, every silence got a beat. --- (Verse 2) I’m the mop in the corner — slept on, but I clean up, Words stick like gum under desks when the team’s up. I'm your cousin at the BBQ, wild with the plate, Mixin’ Aunt Jemima syrup with a side of debate. I’m the fridge light — only shine when doors open, The cable guy of rap — I show late, still spoken. I’m the voicemail you ain’t checked in three damn months, But I hold secrets like a glovebox with old blunts. I’m yesterday’s news — still wrap fish and truth, I’m the chalk on the board when the teacher’s uncouth. I'm the sidewalk crack mama told you to miss, Yet here I go breakin’ backs with metaphor fists. --- (Bridge) I’m the receipt you kept "just in case," Still got proof of the game that they tried to erase. I’m that damn screen door — always slappin’ your back, But I keep the bugs out when the drama attacks. --- (Outro/Hook) So pass me the duct tape, I’m patchin’ these lives, Like a mechanic with a hangover — still got drive. I’m the fan with dust, but I still blow cold, Everyday objects, everyday gold. Junk drawer bars — rubber bands and sin, Pull a paperclip sword, let the metaphors begin.
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