(Verse 1) The sun is coming up, but I’m wired past the moon My brain’s a glitching server in a neon cartoon I’m running on a battery that’s stuck at four percent But I’m queuing forty tabes and I still ain’t paid the rent So I crack the silver tab, let the laser liquid pour One hundred milligrams and now I’m breakin’ through the floor. (Chorus) Now I’m vibrating at a frequency the DJ can’t tame here Got a pocket full of gummies and a mind in fifth gear A ghost of minty nicotine, a sugar-coated sky I’m bouncing off the ceiling like I’m learning how to fly My brain is moving fast, but my soul is movin’ slow And my stomach’s throwing rave flips in the front row. (Verse 2) Midday hits like a drop, so I’m reaching for the pouch I’m dodging every nap pod, I’m avoiding every couch My blood is mostly syrup and a pixelated spray The sour worms are brunch while my heart’s a 808 Now there’s a war inside my gut, a turbo, twisted ride It’s the tax I gotta pay for the lightning bolt inside. (Bridge) I can taste the copper, I can feel the bassy burn A glitch inside my center every time the decks turn I’m a monument to caffeine, I’m a meme in full distress A buzzing, shaking, nauseous, hyper-drive-ed mess. (Chorus) Yeah, I’m vibrating at a frequency the DJ can’t tame here Got a pocket full of gummies and a mind in fifth gear A ghost of minty nicotine, a sugar-coated sky I’m bouncing off the ceiling like I’m learning how to fly My brain is moving fast, but my soul is movin’ slow And my stomach’s throwing rave flips in the front row. (Outro) Just one more... Okay, make it two. (yeah).
