(Intro) Yo, I beat the ‘vid, but it left a gift, Now I’m breathin’ weird and my vibe’s adrift. Took my taste, took my zing, took my get-up-and-go— Now I nap so much, I dream in slo-mo. ⸻ (Verse 1) Woke up feelin’ like a grandma in space, Memory’s gone, can’t find my toothpaste. Heart rate jumpin’ just for fun, Walked to the fridge like I just did a run. Texted my doc: “Is my brain still in there?” She said, “Maybe, but it’s chillin’ on a lawn chair.” Tried to clean my room—fatal mistake Now I’m horizontal for three whole days. ⸻ (Chorus) Still coughin’, still tired, still mildly confused, Long COVID got me on that “buffering” mood. I used to rage, now I hydrate and pace, Wearin’ blue-light glasses like they’re battle face. Still coughin’, still chillin’, but my playlist bangs, Got a pillbox poppin’ like I’m slingin’ slang. So if you see me nap in a grocery aisle, Just know—it’s chronic fatigue but make it style. ⸻ (Verse 2) Every day’s roulette: will I think or blink? Can’t remember lunch but I felt the stink. “Smells like toast?” Nah, that’s just me, Tryin’ to decode life with long-C-O-V. Zoom calls got me speakin’ in riddles, I forget what I’m sayin’ by the middle. Friends say, “Push through!” I say, “No thanks,” This ain’t Rocky—it’s fatigue with no pranks. ⸻ (Bridge) Yeah I’m slow but I’m spicy, brain fog but sassy, Coughin’ in a mask like a cryptid classy. Got fatigue levels set to stealth mode, But I still drop rhymes in my bathrobe. ⸻ (Final Chorus) Still coughin’, still vibin’, still mildly annoyed, But I’m here, I’m weird, and not destroyed. I got long COVID, yeah, but I got long bars too, So I’ll rest now… but I’ll out-rhyme you. (Outro) Now pass me the tea, and a gluten-free snack— I’ll be in bed, spittin’ facts flat on my back.
