I was, like,
 talkin’ to myself again,
 
 And I’m, like,
 why do I say
 “like” so much,
 man?
 
 It’s, like,
 every single thought
 I have,
 
 Needs a “like”
 before it lands.
 
 It’s, like,
 punctuation
 for the lost,
 
 A verbal hug
 when I’m feelin’ off,
 
 It’s, like,
 my filler
 for uncertainty,
 
 Like a buffer
 for anxiety.
 
 I’m, like,
 maybe I should stop —
 
 Then I’m, like,
 maybe not.
 
 It’s, like,
 part of how
 I talk,
 
 Like, honestly,
 it’s kinda hot.
 
 Like, don’t judge me
 when I’m speakin’ slow,
 
 Like, it’s my rhythm,
 my radio flow.
 
 I’m, like,
 self-aware
 but can’t let go —
 
 Like, you know?
 
 Every sentence
 takes a scenic route,
 
 Like, my thoughts
 just chillin’ out.
 
 Like, language jazz,
 I improvise,
 
 Like commas
 floatin’
 in disguise.
 
 People say
 I sound distracted,
 
 Like my brain’s
 got tabs
 un-acted,
 
 But, like,
 maybe that’s just me
 expressin’,
 
 Like, hesitation’s
 my confession.
 
 I’m, like,
 maybe I should stop —
 
 Then I’m, like,
 maybe not.
 
 It’s, like,
 part of how
 I talk,
 
 Like, honestly,
 it’s kinda hot.
 
 Like, don’t judge me
 when I’m speakin’ slow,
 
 Like, it’s my rhythm,
 my radio flow.
 
 I’m, like,
 self-aware
 but can’t let go —
 
 Like, you know?
 
 Like, every time
 I catch it,
 
 I’m, like,
 there it goes again.
 
 Like a record crack
 in conversation,
 
 That never really ends.
 
 So, like,
 if you hear me
 talk this way,
 
 It’s not filler —
 it’s delay.
 
 Like a DJ scratchin’
 thought delay,
 
 I’m, like,
 remixing
 what I say.
 
 Like, you know?