ADHD

[Intro] [Soft beat starts, vinyl crackle, light ad-libs] [Spoken] Yo… uh… Hold up, what was I about to—? Ah, forget it, let’s just start. [Verse 1] [Chill piano loop, snare-heavy drum beat] Yeah, mind racin’, I’m off to the races, Tryna focus, thoughts sprintin’ in ten different places. Check the time—9 AM? Nah, it’s noon. Wait, did I eat? Oh snap, this beat kinda smooth… Anyway, back to the grind, I got goals, I got vision— Oh look, a dog. [Pauses] Sorry, what was I missin’? Right! Big dreams, ‘bout to take on the globe! But first, lemme Google why sloths don’t get cold. [Chorus] [Soft jazzy keys, mellow bassline] I’m thinkin’ too fast, brain spinnin’ in place, Like 40 tabs open but I’m savin’ no space. I was focused, I swear, ‘til distraction attacked, Now I’m wonderin’ why giraffes' necks don’t crack. [Verse 2] [Drum loop continues, light hi-hats added] Okay, I’m locked in—nah, I’m kinda, like, half-in. Wait, did I text back? Lemme check, lemme tap in. …And now I’m on YouTube, deep in a hole— "Top 10 ways to butter toast like a pro!" Focus, bro! Write the song, stay on task! Oh, I need water. No, coffee. Nah, both in one glass. Anyway, where was I? Oh right, stayin’ on track— But did I leave the oven on?! I’ll be right back. [Bridge] [Beat drops out, acapella with faint vinyl crackle] [Spoken] Yo, real talk… ADHD wild, man. My brain’s like a browser with a million tabs, And the one playin' music? Can’t find it. [Chorus] [Beat returns, horns softly layered in background] I’m thinkin’ too fast, brain spinnin’ in place, Like 40 tabs open but I’m savin’ no space. I was focused, I swear, ‘til distraction attacked, Now I’m wonderin’ why giraffes' necks don’t crack. [Verse 3] [Beat continues, bassline bounces a little harder] Yo, I sat down to write, then cleaned up my room, Vacuumed the ceiling, organized the bathroom. Tried to pay bills, but I doodled instead, Now I'm deep in a quiz: Which potato’s your head? Wait, phone buzzed—forgot what I was sayin’. "Mind like a circus," man, who am I playin’? Got energy for days, but direction’s a myth— Like, I’ll finish this song—[Pauses] wait, who texted me "Smith"? [Chorus] [Repeat with extra background vocals, horns get playful] I’m thinkin’ too fast, brain spinnin’ in place, Like 40 tabs open but I’m savin’ no space. I was focused, I swear, ‘til distraction attacked, Now I’m wonderin’ why giraffes' necks don’t crack. [Outro] [Beat fades out, piano solo lingers] [Spoken] Wait… was I done? Or was there a third verse? Ah, whatever. Track's done. …Oh wait, I had a punchline. Ugh, forget it.