"Typical Story (Original)" lyrics - HOBO JOHNSON

[Intro:]
Hey tell my mom I'm a rapper now, tell my mom I'm a rapper
I'm a rapper, mom

It's the, typical story where the bassist kills the singer
The guitarist and the drummer find
They're in love with each other
It's the story 'bout the girl who
Falls in love with every guy she meets
Then after has to pick one. Spoilers: It's never me
It's the story 'bout the dad who decides to chase his dream
Quits his job, falls apart, then loses everything
It's the story 'bout the kid who just wants to make an album
Loves and crafts it, but nobody fucking ever cares about it
See him, he's...
And I don't mean to sound salty, but boy
I feel like crying river trying to understand the difference
Between me, and them, in in, in such a small town
So fucking small, goddamnit
Maybe I'm not cool, enough?

Act awkward in social functions when I know no-one
Everyone seems so busy (busy, busy, busy, busy, busy)
Busy being vain, and plain shitty
Scared of being plain Janes, and just Jimmys and Zanes
It's just plain silly, but I'm the one
Who screams his name off rooftops in hopes
An A & R is below so he can come and make my pain stop
With rainbows, and gumdrops, and handouts of hit songs
And love, love in it's truest form
It's the, Typical story where his ego drifts away and
His perception has to catch it, but he started much too late it's the
Typical story where he tries his hand at busking
But his hand gets slapped so many times
You think he's a fucking leper, leaping greedily from spot to spot
In hopes of rank incense, and murt, and pot
Only good stuff though, just not a lot
I got things to do today, I said
I got things to do today
It's the typical story where you have to end the song
Because it seems as if you want to keep rambling on