I wrote a song about Karens.
Please don't come for me-
Karen [noun] - An obnoxious, angry, entitled, and often racist and homophobic middle-aged white woman who uses her privilege to get her way or police other people's behaviors.
Enjoy ✨
It all started at night on the 26th of March, 2021, when I was texting a friend on Instagram (which, by the way I'm not allowed to have).
What started out as a conversation about Taylor Swift's new song, "You All Over Me", and how absolutely amazing it is continued on to become one about how I answered a question correctly in physics class for the first time in the history of online classes. But that's another story.
This morphed into us talking about getting all my other classmates (who answered wrongly) and my teachers to join our 'Flat Earth Cult-Company' (you must have a negative number of braincells to join). This is ANOTHER story.
[A/N: comment here if you would like to join above said cult. Remember we only accept people with a negative number of braincells, so you'll have to prove that to me in your desired way]
I proceeded to say that one day, we'll get Elon Musk to join this company, but for him I bent the eligibility criteria a tad bit.
You see, we all know he's a super-megamind genius. Obviously he wouldn't have less than zero braincells. So, if Elon Musk were to join our cult, he'd have to give us all his money.
Don't look at me like that, it's only fair and you know it.
Anyways, at that moment I remembered that Elon's son's name isn't really X Æ A-Xii (I still don't know how the hell to pronounce that) on his birth certificate. It's some super basic (no offense, but idk how else to describe it) name like Tim or Jim or something.
I know right?
Turns out I was wrong, since in his birth certificate its "X AE A-XII", but I got this song out of my misinformed self so I ain't complaining.
Ignoring the fact that I was wrong (since I didn't know it at the time) we started talking about how this boy had the perfect undercover spy name.
"Boring Tim by day and superspy Archangel-12 by night" *cue spy music*
Then we started naming some of the most generic names ever:
(My texts are on the right side, my friend's texts are on the left)
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And this is the first line of the song whoop whoop
Look at me, brave enough to put screenshots and all lmaoo
Anyways, if you read the texts you'd probably have an idea of what mindset we were in at this point.
If you still don't, here are the best ways I can describe it:
1. The night does things to us.
2. We were drunk but we don't drink.
3. When it's late at night and things that aren't even remotely funny are suddenly somehow absolutely HILARIOUS.
And that, folks, is how this wonderous masterpiece of a song was born.
