Song parody of
Proxima
by Mack Swans
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Proxima song by Mack Swans.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
3:40 in the morning
You can worry bout
How to bring more in
I'mma focus on what
I feel is important
Gotta lettem live can't
Think for em
Why tf y'all so proud
To miss out on what matters
U could split a atom
Quicker than Adam & Eve split
But u rather
Smother yaself in these taxes
And fees
For crackers? please
Couldn't let that be me
I got way too much passion
To panic bout a mf
Economic status.
Matter fact I'm laughing
At the fact u thought actually care
Like ion spend half my time
Outside the atmosphere.
3:40 in the morning
You can worry bout how to
Bring more in
I'mma focus on what
I feel is important
Gotta lettem live can't
Think for em
How u stuff enough bud in a blunt
For the world to smoke
I ain't stutter know u heard me ho
Sometimes shit gotta get much
Worse first for it ever gets better.
She like to look up to the sky
And ask God why sometimes
It's why we all gotta get
High sometimes
Body fulla dat uncertainty
Never been a spoon feeder
My rhyming ain't nursery
The universe ain't got no
Back up plans for emergency
Guess the most high ain't
Got that typa common courtesy
Either that or errything
That is was made perfectly.
But idk I'm just writing songs
On bourbon street.
Stuck in the middle
Yeah I said keep it centered
But you're running in circles
Boxed in, in other words
You're outta shape
At this time of night
The stars look like
Light bulbs over here
My existence is equivalent
To proxima that might
Go over heads
Best not leave em stifled
That'd be a trifling
Thing to do
Kids put down rifles
I'd rather be an item with u
Than become an idol
If u feel free enough
And trust me my nigga
I know that shit don't
Come with ease but
That's what we got
The weed for
That tree of life
Be top shelf
Keep up
Yo 16th century advice
Do not help
Stagnant as hell
Can't tell ya what happened
It's 5 hours past twelve.
3:40 in the morning
You can worry bout
How to bring more in
I'mma focus on what
I feel is important
Gotta lettem live can't
Think for em
Why tf y'all so proud
To miss out on what matters
U could split a atom
Quicker than Adam & Eve split
But u rather
Smother yaself in these taxes
And fees
For crackers? please
Couldn't let that be me
I got way too much passion
To panic bout a mf
Economic status.
Matter fact I'm laughing
At the fact u thought actually care
Like ion spend half my time
Outside the atmosphere.
3:40 in the morning
You can worry bout how to
Bring more in
I'mma focus on what
I feel is important
Gotta lettem live can't
Think for em
How u stuff enough bud in a blunt
For the world to smoke
I ain't stutter know u heard me ho
Sometimes shit gotta get much
Worse first for it ever gets better.
She like to look up to the sky
And ask God why sometimes
It's why we all gotta get
High sometimes
Body fulla dat uncertainty
Never been a spoon feeder
My rhyming ain't nursery
The universe ain't got no
Back up plans for emergency
Guess the most high ain't
Got that typa common courtesy
Either that or errything
That is was made perfectly.
But idk I'm just writing songs
On bourbon street.
Stuck in the middle
Yeah I said keep it centered
But you're running in circles
Boxed in, in other words
You're outta shape
At this time of night
The stars look like
Light bulbs over here
My existence is equivalent
To proxima that might
Go over heads
Best not leave em stifled
That'd be a trifling
Thing to do
Kids put down rifles
I'd rather be an item with u
Than become an idol
If u feel free enough
And trust me my nigga
I know that shit don't
Come with ease but
That's what we got
The weed for
That tree of life
Be top shelf
Keep up
Yo 16th century advice
Do not help
Stagnant as hell
Can't tell ya what happened
It's 5 hours past twelve.