The Wimpy Kid Video (MV)

Dear Diary
Two words that have been used throughout history
Dear 10 year old me
Why you cryin'?
I know life may seem rough
But this is your canon event
It'll make you tough
Stand and endure
You're on trial now
But enjoy the recess
Sure
Life's miserable now
But I'll give you 10 - 15 when you finally free
Thinking back on how easy life was
If I was you
I wouldn't change a thing
You had four eyes for a reason
To see the world through a different lens
I can see you drowning in the high waters
But it's nothin' compared to the pressure in them skinny jeans
But now I understand
Pressure creates diamonds
It just takes time
But soon after you'll go and leave this all behind
Dear teenage me
God you're such a f*cking mess
And even now I stay awake from all the stress
And that was only 10 years ago
But man did you grow and experience so much
You can finally eat your lunch with people who accept you
That's very noble of them
But don't let it get to your head
Stay the course
There's many accolades and promise ahead
Enjoy trumpet while you can
It's a poisonous snake but that you'll learn when it's much too late
Hit over the head
Body dumped in a lake
But I'm getting ahead of myself
And speaking of which
That girl you're with
She's not the one
You know who is
You're just not brave enough
You're just a little kid
Hindsight is a powerful thing
And after 2020
I've got plenty
Dear diary
Where did the time go
Trumpet, coffee, and now the studio
I'm killing it so much at work you would have thought I was Jason Vorhees
And that's what I feel like in the mornings
I've risen from the dead
Graveyard shifts like a nightmare
Got me inspired to write versus like Freddie
I wonder what my future self will tell me now
He's probably watching from a far
Maybe he's proud of me or disappointed in me
Only time will tell
But till then
It's time to tell you what's been going on in my life
It's like scenes straight out of a movie that I'm witnessing first hand
I'm dunkin' on foos that maybe didn't believe in me
I'm learning how to be a creator when I feel lost
I've shot for the stars and hit Saturn
She what happens when you lift me up?
I straight flush out the bullshit
And call it hold 'em
But hold up
I wish I knew that some nerdy wimpy kid from West Covina California would strut on the Walk of Fame
Gettin' food for clients
I can't even say their names
On my fifteenth hour
Dead brain
I have to remind myself
I made it
I'm in the game
Oh shit
Probably shouldn't have said that
I'm under NDA