Yeah... 808s rattling... Brain buffering... Welcome to my Sunday. Alarm goes off, I snooze it eight, Now I'm speedrunning being late. Phone at one percent, that's neat, Trip on air with both my feet. Coffee misses, stains my shirt, Universe said, "Life hurts." Keys were here like two seconds ago, Now they're starring in a solo show. Every plan I ever make, Turns into a weird mistake. If life is scripted, who's the writer? Tell 'em make my plot a little lighter. My reality's wild, no DLC, Every single day got comedy. Bass too heavy, brain too gone, Still I somehow carry on. Chaos in my left, luck on strike, Nothing ever works first try. Whole world spinning, I just grin, Guess the madness always wins. Open one app, forget the task, Now I'm watching ducks in astronaut masks. Go to clean my room instead, Find old snacks beneath the bed. Microwave says "beep" at three, Like it's judging all of me. Wi-Fi dies the moment I play, Perfect timing every day. Plot twist, plot twist, every hour, Somehow I still keep my power. Laugh too hard, survive the scene, Living in a fever dream. My reality's loud, 808s, Every day a random fate. Logic packed and walked away, Chaos got the final say. If life's a meme, then I'm the GIF, Dodging every awkward cliff. Turn it up and let it ring, Crazy reality... Let it swing! Bass shaking... Mind escaping... See y'all tomorrow... If reality doesn't update again.
