COLLABORATION Lyrics by: Sepinz Be sure to check out sepinz’s music here: https://suno.com/@sepinz -------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: Tung Tung Tung Sahur, knockin' at my door Bombardino Crocodilo, always wanting more Lirilarila whispers, in a cactus-elephant tone This that new brainrot, sittin' on a digital throne Yeah, my algorithm's fried, a scrambled, gooey mess Bought a property in Egypt, now I gotta confess They just gave me the property, a pyramid of my own Now I'm looksmaxing daily, on a sandstone throne Got that "uh duh duh" stare, a permanent expression This digital decay, it's my latest obsession From Tralalero Tralala, to the Gangster Footera This is the new world order, the brainrot era Tung Tung Tung Sahur, knockin' at my door Bombardino Crocodilo, always wanting more Lirilarila whispers, in a cactus-elephant tone This that new brainrot, sittin' on a digital throne Got that rizz, huzz, chuzz, yeah, you know the deal This digital existence, it's starting to feel real I'm a Boneca Ambalabu, a frog-tire-human hybrid My thoughts are all jumbled, my sanity's divided From the Brr Brr Patapim, to the Bombombini Gusini This is the new reality, you can't refuse to see I'm a Tripi Tropi, a shrimp-cat in the mix This is the future, get your daily fix Tung Tung Tung Sahur, knockin' at my door Bombardino Crocodilo, always wanting more Lirilarila whispers, in a cactus-elephant tone This that new brainrot, sittin' on a digital throne Single red dread, single eye, seein' all the code Call me Eye of Rah, I'm in overload Got the German fish spinnin', vertical on the screen I call Patrick Subaru, you know what I mean? My feed is just a slideshow, a nonsensical stream A low-res, deep-fried, forgotten fever dream It's the great meme depression, but the content never stops Just an endless scroll of incoherent slop My brain is feelin' gooey, from the endless, mindless scrollin' Saw a full bush in a bikini, my timeline is controllin' Every thought I have is pixelated, every word's a soundbite Losing my grip on what is real, in the pale blue screen light Clock strikes 12, midnight arrives, the transformation's near The Khaby Lame Mechanism, conquering all my fear I'm not in pain, I'm not in pain, the numbers in my head 67, 61, until my brain is dead Uh duh duh... Vertically rotating... Tung Tung... I call Patrick Subaru... 67... 61... I'm not in pain... ----------------------------------------------------------------- © BEAT & Sepinz 2026 All rights reserved. This lyrics is protected by copyright. No copying, distribution, or use is allowed without written permission from the copyright holders. -----------------------------------------------------------------
