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Song Parodies -> "Me, Myself & I"

Original Song Title:

"Me, Myself & I"

Original Performer:

G-Eazy x Bebe Rexha

Parody Song Title:

"Me, Myself & I"

Parody Written by:


The Lyrics

Part of my "Into Pieces Supplemental" self-challenge. Such a difficult challenge, containing all of one song, how did I ever manage it? Anyway, dude's got multiple personalties. Because I like flipping the original title on its head.
Woo-ooh, it's just me, myself and I
Just one guy but in my mind
Well, I've got three dudes, ri-ight (yeah)
Woo-ooh, nothin' gets done, truth be told
Cause no one me has a hold
Over the others in our sou-oul (uh)

Ev'ry day, Steve, Mike and me live out our rivalry
Fightin' back constantly for the control of me
But no-one else can tell because it all happens privately
In the deepest depths of my mind, you see
No-one knows they say "Hi!" to three
One moron, yes, an utter clod, does what Steve wants when Steve wants
Then he swears off sobriety, yeah
Mike's a really laid-back bro, never means to leave our home
Not a sloth, that's just really wrong, sloths have way more energy, you know
But he still wants the body to be his own
He'll raise fists, he won't take shit, he wants my bits
While Steve wants to paint the town pink
Tryna get to work, but they won't quit

Woo-ooh (yeah), it's just me, myself and I
Got three guys inside my mind
And I think it's real shi-ite (it's really shite)
Woo-ooh (yeah), always fight to keep a hold
On my body, we won't fold
No silver or bronze, there's just go-old
I can't do anythi-in' (yeah) cause deep inside my mind
On the left, a complete dumbarse and a great slug on the right (ain't movin', right)
Hard to do anythi-in' with all this crap in mind (you know)
I just wanna do some good but they're wastin' all my time (yeah)

It's so awkward talkin' to strangers
When I wanna buy my new trainers
I'm tryna be nice but Steve wants to go ape-shit
Throw my poop in ev'ryone's faces
He's flailin' why I'm tryna change it
Say sorry for all the damage, I'll pay it
But Mike just wants to pocket the trainers
Run right back home, avoid all of the dangers
Just in my head so far, no problems, but I can't pay money
To get my sneakers when I'm actin' funny
My face is twitchin' 'round, look like a dummy, little bit scummy
Look like a psychopath 'bout to start punchin'
But I swear, just want my new shoes for runnin'
Right before the poor cashier panics
Steve yells "MONKEYS", I slap the cash down and Mikey starts runnin'

Woo-ooh (yeah), it's just me, myself and I
Hate these guys stuck in my mind
Mad Steve and Lazy Mi-ike (don't like you, Mike)
Woo-ooh (yeah), always fightin' for control
Cause where there should be a whole
There's three dudes inside one cramped sou-oul
I can't do anythi-in' (yeah), damn fights inside my mind
A lazy shit who never starts and a weirdo who feels high (but he ain't high)
Hard to do anythi-in' with all this crap in mind (you know)
I keep tryin' to do good but they're wastin' all my time, like
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba (yoo!)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba
What's the point in tryin' good when my brain keeps wastin' ti-ime?

Yeah, each decision that I make
Takes four ho-urs, give or take
Cause Mike would rather nap all day
Steve's insane, wants a brick to smell
In the middle, there's me, who hates
The goo I drink that radiates
And manifested my permanent roommates

Woo-ooh (yeah), it's just me, myself and I
Wish that I could not imbibe
That oozin' Kryptoni-ite (my Kryptonite)
Woo-ooh (yeah), doctor's orders, so I'm told
Keeps down all my nasty colds
But at some cost: madness unfo-olds
I can't do anythi-in' (yeah), these dicks inside my mind
A nutball twat who thinks in farts and a lazy little shite (still hate you, Mike)
Hard to do anythi-in' with all this crap in mind (you know)
Interruptin' all my good with their antics all the time, like
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-da-ba-a, ba-ba-ba-da-ba
There's no use in tryin' good when my brain keeps eatin' ti-ime

There's no deep significance to the names of the alternate personalties, I just needed one syllable names that are easy to rhyme. Also, Steve's a funny name. Pop Danthology 2012 resumes tomorrow!

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