[Intro] [Verse (Ranting Groove, sounds bored and like someone forced him to share)] Scrollin’ through the chaos, headlines in my veins, Work clock tickin’, but it all sound the same. Everybody shoutin’, everybody got a plan, But I’m tuned out, zoned out, sittin’ deadpan. Media buzzin’, drugs in the alley, Anger in the air, pressure in the valley. Mental on tilt, balance off the scale, But I ride the beat lazy, let the funk prevail. [Chorus/Refrain/Hook (minimalist, hypnotic)] Everything loud, everything mad, Now I see it all, but my face gone deadpan Static in my head, drama on demand, I don’t feel a thing, I just stand here deadpan [Hook (Heavy beat, funky bass groove)] Too much stimulation, can’t feel my hands, Too much conversation, can’t make no plans. I float in the static, I fade in the scan, I’m a ghost in the groove, keep it deadpan. [Verse (Bouncy, Conversational, sarcastic)] Boss on my back, bills in the stack, Friends in the drama, stabbin’ with the chit‑chat. Abuse in the system, lies in the feed, I’m numb to the noise, don’t know what I need. They say cope, they say hope, they say pray, But the overload hit me every single day. So I shrug, let it slide, let the bass jam, Eyes wide open, but my soul stay deadpan. [Chorus/Refrain/Hook (minimalist, hypnotic)] Everything loud, everything mad, Now I see it all, but my face gone deadpan Static in my head, drama on demand, I don’t feel a thing, I just stand here deadpan [Sultry female-led groove track with detached emotional tone, verses delivered in low, breathy, almost bored vocal style with subtle rhythmic sway, like speaking over the beat rather than pushing it, underlying tension builds through contrast between chaotic lyrical content and calm vocal delivery, chorus becomes hypnotic and slightly more melodic but still restrained and controlled, hook sections lean into repetition and trance-like delivery with soft but confident vocal layering, second verse introduces more playful sarcasm with slightly increased rhythmic bounce, instrumental breakdown creates disorientation with rhythmic gibberish vocal textures, final hook becomes mantra-like and immersive, no explosive release, instead deepening into hypnotic emotional numbness, tone seductive, emotionally distant, cool, controlled, unbothered, always locked into groove] I [Hook (Heavy beat, funky bass groove)] Too donmuch ’t feel stima thulationi, can’t feel my nghands, I , Too just much stconversationand , canhe’t re make deno aplans. I float in the static, I fade in the scan, I’m a ghost in the groove, keep it deaddpan. [Outro]pan. [Instrumental breakdown – 4 bars] [Final Hook (repeat, mantra-like)] Everything loud, everything mad, Now I see it all, but my face gone deadpan. Static in my head, drama on demand, I don’t feel a thing, I just stand here deadpan. [Outro]
