Imposter Syndrome - Sidney Gish (slowed)

Original Song: Imposter Syndrome - Sidney Gish Lyrics: Unfortunately, I am My own dog, my own fur companion My own old lady on a forum Who types in glittery decorum Unfortunately, I take Myself out walking every day and I hand my legs to the feet and I give my head to the leash Every other day, I'm wondering "What's a human being gotta be like? What's a way to just be competent?" These sweet instincts ruin my life Every other day, I'm wondering "Was it a mistake to try and define What I'm certain's mad incompetence?" These sweet instincts ruin my life I can't smell well, or tell the time Not K through 8, nor K dash 9 For human, grossly underqualified For canine, grossly overqualified I don't blend in at PetSmart And that truth remains at the Walmart 'Cause in either case, they say to me "What the fuck is lost in aisle three?" Every other day, I'm wondering "What's a human being gotta be like? What's a way to just be competent?" These sweet instincts ruin my life Every other day, I'm wondering "Was it a mistake to try and define What I'm certain's mad incompetence?" These sweet instincts ruin my life Just watch me, moving far away Nobody even knows my name, and No one suspects that I'm not fine, and Nobody outs behavioral Frankenstein Just look at Victor in LA And Syd with the "Y" at U of A And all the majors at the labels Rebooting soon as I am able Every other day, I'm wondering "What's a human being gotta be like? What's a way to just be competent?" These sweet instincts ruin my life Every other day, I'm wondering "Was it a mistake to try and define What I'm certain's mad incompetence?" These sweet instincts ruin my life Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da These sweet instincts ruin my life Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da Da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da These sweet instincts ruin my life Attention, passengers, we've now reached our destination We hope you enjoyed the flight, now have a nice day