Therefore I Trans

I got no friends
Or any real chance
I think I’ll be some plants
I think therefore I trans
I got no plans
My dinner’s in cans
I think that I’ll go ham
I think therefore I trans
Call the cops
There’s a black guy inside of my house
I transitioned and my name is Chris Brown
With my gold chain, I sit on the couch
I smoke a couple blunts, order a chickenhead meal
Top of the world and the world’s what I feel
I invented a wheel
I’m so damn punk
Everybody’s really jealous
'Cause I’m a due and I dress in a thong
I got no friends
Just paper and crayons
I’ll paint myself Cheyenne
I think therefore I trans
I got some spam
But not any jam
I think I’ll join the Klan
I think therefore I trans
I wear a dress and say that I’m bi
And my pronouns are myself and I
Identify as a cement truck
My cock is big in my mind
I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl
Wearing a romper and a yarmulke (Monica)
I could sue any dude that’ll use
Any verb and idiom in Canada (did you say bruh?)
That’s really stupid careless
Are you assuming my gender is known?
I got no friends
My spirit is damp
Think that I love lamp
I think therefore I trans
I got small hands
I really feel mans
I think I’ll wear some pants
I think therefore I trans
I’m sorry
I didn’t think that I was gay
I’m sorry
I’m a jar of mayonnaise
I got no friends
Except this kid Hans
He says he wants his parents
I think therefore I trans
I got a tan
Don’t really feel humans
I think that I’m chimpanz
I think therefore I trans