He steals my candy, breaks my toys,
He screams too loud, makes too much noise.
Mom says “be nice,” but I roll my eyes,
’Cause he’s the reason all my patience dies.

I see his face and wanna cry,
He looks like the Amazon delivery guy.

I hate my little brother, I don’t know why,
But he looks like the Amazon delivery guy.
Ugly face, ugly laugh, every day’s a crime,
Yeah, my brother’s just a package left behind.

He wears my shirts, he steals my shoes,
He tattletales when I break the rules.
Mom says “he loves you,” I say “that’s a lie,”
I’d return him fast if I could try.

Every time he walks on by,
I swear it’s the Amazon delivery guy.

I hate my little brother, I don’t know why,
But he looks like the Amazon delivery guy.
Ugly face, ugly laugh, every day’s a crime,
Yeah, my brother’s just a package left behind.

Cardboard soul and bubble wrap tears,
He’s been annoying for fifteen years.
Ring the bell, don’t leave a trace,
Take him back, he’s a shipping mistake.

I hate my little brother, I don’t know why,
But he looks like the Amazon delivery guy.
Ugly face, ugly laugh, every day’s a crime,
Yeah, my brother’s just a package left behind.

Special delivery… return to sender.

My little brother looks like the Amazon delivery guy

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

My little brother looks like the Amazon delivery guy

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