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Appearances Can Deceive
Hip-Hop/Rap
Appearances Can Deceive was released on February 13, 2026 by Deep Thought Studios as a part of the album Anathematic
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Release DateFebruary 13, 2026
LabelDeep Thought Studios
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Thought
The Thought
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Navon
Joshua Navon
Songwriter
Jack Mabie
Jack Mabie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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oy vagrant
Producer
Jack Mabie
Jack Mabie
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Solipsistic cynic, it's probably me who did it
I got a degree, and printed it out, to show my Mom
A politician-given audience that wouldn't listen
I think my ex in prison 'cause she tried to build a bomb
I'm calmest with a written, 'cause anxiety
And I was born a lonely king without a dynasty
Should've said the loudest part more quietly
You playing darts while they invading your privacy
And they wanna lie to me, don't see the irony
I was raised in the gaslight and I didn't burn
Y'all should aim your piety more righteously
Praising gods made of pyrite and broken urns
I been smoking herb since I was little, like fourteen
It ain't hurt worse than a pimple and three G's
Spent a day in Gallatin County 'cause cops don't fuck with me
But I recognize my privilege when my Mother got my lawyer fees
Blessed child of the suburbs
Appearances can deceive
If you believe the Mabie family when they cover up
Then you ain't ever loved me
They all so full of shit, you need a septic pump
Got their mouths dripping with the spit, they're never shutting up
Not a single moment wasted to confront my pops
But they'll jump to telling Thought to stop his accusations
They wanna crop me and Jason out the family photos
Took my brother way too long to realize they're bozos
Sweeping rape under the rug, like it's all sunshine and rainbows
The irony that Jane knows, hating gays on the low
Sick, sadistic Christians, the only thing I had witnessed
I'm wishing, like every Christmas, for Bill to have a stroke
Whether existing conditions or due to alcoholism
I missed the pitch and couldn't get a gist, 'cause I'm too broke
I can't wait to crash the funeral whenever he croaks
I'll have a blast disillusioning all my folks
They can't kayfabe their way around rape, what a joke
I'll take the stage, and shake their cages, to erase all their hope
There's no way he sees the pearly gates
He's going straight to hell and never gonna make an escape
I hope y'all see him soon, and Satan makes it a date
To celebrate the day the Mabies take their rightful place
Written by: Jack Mabie, Joshua Navon
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