Trust Me, I'm Secretly Brilliant

Verse

Game just started, team’s in chat,

I say “Let me jungle”—they’re like “bruh, don’t do that.”

I lock my pick, it’s off-meta spice,

Never played them, but I skimmed a guide—twice.

Verse

Bought the wrong boots, sold my sword,

Built AP on a hero who throws boards.

Coach me? Nah, I play by feel,

I once won lane by spinning a wheel.

Chorus

Trust me, I know what I’m doing,

I’ve got a plan—probably.

Might’ve died eight times in laning,

But it’s all... part of my strategy.

Verse

Trust me, this death was on purpose,

Now they think I’m weak, but I’m just reverse baitin’.

Gave them gold, fed them confidence,

Now they’ll underestimate my nonsense.

Verse

I dove the tower with 3 HP,

Flashed backwards into a tree.

I meant to do that, it's a bait-and-switch—

Except I glitched and my game did twitch.

Verse

Team is screaming “STOP, GO BACK!”

But I’m already deep in a 4-man stack.

Somehow lived with 1 HP,

Now I’m the hero? Yeah, that’s me.

Chorus

Trust me, I’m secretly brilliant,

My 0/10 just looks like loss.

But now I’ve scaled into late-game chaos,

And I solo’d Baron with a moss.

Outro

End screen hits—we somehow win,

They say “report me"... but add me again.

I type “EZ” with a wink and grin—

Guess what, boys? Next game, I’m lockin’ in!