This is my song, a song about Wednesday.

Woke up today to make a song about Wednesday.

No, it's not a parody, I ain't like other tubers.

Leeching off real famous people sucking on their titties.

Now I'm on a building like a freaking gangster.

Spitting into the wind like a freaking gangster.

I'm in a public restroom like a freaking homie.

Now I'm in a sauna like a freaking homie.

Stare well.

Check out the stairwell.

Stairwell.

I'm in a stairwell.

This is my song, a song about Wednesdays.

Woke up today to make a song about Wednesdays.

Maybe you don't like me, maybe we're not friends.

But we both have our Wednesdays, we both have our hump days.

This ain't a parody, I ain't Shane Dawson.

I don't have a limo and Brad's not my boyfriend.

Taylor's mom freaks me out, the heat's a hothead.

Shay cuts his baby's crotch and Olga K has crabs.

I mean, not really.

Crabs, per se.