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?