Original Song - Low Expectations

Описание: An Original song about self deprecating humour.

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
This ain’t a glow-up
It’s a diagnostic report

[Verse 1]
I’m the punchline to a joke I didn’t set up right
Shadowboxing my potential, still get slept at night
Brain full of bars, delivery stuck in customs
Even my inner voice like “nah, don’t trust him”

I got drive, it just stalls under pressure
Motivation comes in bursts, like a bad cell signal—never together
I’m not misunderstood, I’m just boring explained loud
If wasted talent made noise, I’d still be drowned out

[Hook]
I’m a cautionary tale with Wi-Fi and a mic
Proof that being self-aware don’t make you right
I don’t chase my dreams, I pace around them stressed
Like “I could be great,” then immediately rest

[Verse 2]
I say “next year’s my year” every year like a joke
Time heard it so much it stopped pretending I spoke
Got excuses stacked higher than my actual wins
If effort was rent, I’d be evicted again

I overthink simple tasks into abstract fear
Then wonder why nothing happens end of the year
I got layers—yeah, all avoidance
Personality held together by noise and annoyance

[Hook]
I’m a cautionary tale with Wi-Fi and a mic
Proof that being self-aware don’t make you right
I don’t chase my dreams, I pace around them stressed
Like “I could be great,” then immediately rest

[Bridge]
They said “be yourself,” I said “that’s the issue”
If confidence was tissue, I’d still miss the tissue
Mirror talk toxic, but accurate though
It don’t hate me—it just knows

[Verse 3]
I don’t self-sabotage, I just don’t intervene
Watch my life like a show I forgot was a dream
I got potential so loud it’s actually rude
Like “wow, imagine if you followed this through”

I’m not rock bottom, I’m the floor above it
Close enough to see it, too scared to jump or love it
So I joke, deflect, intellectualize pain
Turn failure into bars so it don’t look the same

[Outro / Hook]
I’m a cautionary tale, yeah remember the name
Not for what I did—but what I almost became
If this hit too close, don’t stress, that’s the trick
I roast myself first so you don’t get the kick

Yeah.
Lower expectations.
Again.