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Roll outta bed at noon
Slippers on, world’s still yawning
Coffee in a chipped-up mug
Payday pings while I’m still stretching
Tap-tap type, that grumpy gold
Rant about socks and cosmic taxes
Hit “post” on Blurt dot blog
Screen glows green like it’s doing backflips
[Chorus]
I get paid
Just to blurt my brain away
Blurt.blog, baby, payday parade
Every click, every quirk, every tiny tirade
I get paid
Yeah, I blurt and I play
Have fun, enjoy this lazy charade
Every day, every day, every day
[Verse 2]
Got a cat in a cardboard crown
Starring in my kitchen epics
Frying eggs, spilling tea
Zoom right in on the tragic omelet
Blurt.media, upload, boom
Cinematic breakfast saga
Deep baritone narrates the mess
Vibrato on the “oops” and “aha”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Who knew my weird was worth a wage? (hah)
Who knew my face could fund my fries?
Swing that blues, twist that jazz
Cash in on my crooked life
Every typo, every take
Turns to tokens while I nap
I just live, I just laugh
And the meter never taps out
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By OGMediaRoll outta bed at noon
Slippers on, world’s still yawning
Coffee in a chipped-up mug
Payday pings while I’m still stretching
Tap-tap type, that grumpy gold
Rant about socks and cosmic taxes
Hit “post” on Blurt dot blog
Screen glows green like it’s doing backflips
[Chorus]
I get paid
Just to blurt my brain away
Blurt.blog, baby, payday parade
Every click, every quirk, every tiny tirade
I get paid
Yeah, I blurt and I play
Have fun, enjoy this lazy charade
Every day, every day, every day
[Verse 2]
Got a cat in a cardboard crown
Starring in my kitchen epics
Frying eggs, spilling tea
Zoom right in on the tragic omelet
Blurt.media, upload, boom
Cinematic breakfast saga
Deep baritone narrates the mess
Vibrato on the “oops” and “aha”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Who knew my weird was worth a wage? (hah)
Who knew my face could fund my fries?
Swing that blues, twist that jazz
Cash in on my crooked life
Every typo, every take
Turns to tokens while I nap
I just live, I just laugh
And the meter never taps out