Testo Self-effacing

I’m not the guy who says “I’m the guy”
Always been self-effacing
I’m in the room, you won’t see me soon
Always been self-effacing
Compliments come but my rule of thumb is
Under duress say all my success is
All due to them, on them I depend
And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing
My resume is dull and it’s gray
Always been self-effacing
Want to be known as someone unknown
Always been self-effacing
Why can’t I pose, wear flashier clothes
Inflate who I am, a little flim flam
Referring to me, I’m third person me
And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Thank you, but I don’t merit your praise
Thank you, but I don’t merit your gaze
Thank you, but I’m not up to the task
Thank you, but I don’t know why you’ve asked
And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing
Close to the vest is what I do best
They’ll attest, self-effacing
My DNA just won’t go away
I remain self-effacing
I don’t deserve first, second, or third
A great deal less, I have to confess
My trophy room’s bare, but why should I care
And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Thank you, but I had help to prepare
Thank you, but I was told what to wear
Thank you, but Autotune has been used
Used and perhaps a trifle abused
And I’m self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing

Self-effacing
Self-effacing
Why can’t I preen, be part of the scene
Berate those around and act like the clown
Guest DJ a bit, sardonic in wit
‘Cause I’m self-effacing

Self-effacing
Self-effacing
It’s not a choice, I’m less a Rolls Royce
And more minivan, you do understand
We’re tight, me and you, see things as we do
We’re both self-effacing, and I’m self-effacing