🎭 [Intro] (Serpentine Whisper, low vibrato, humming in layers, voices weaving like thoughts fractaling out.) [(X-Pulse Shift-X)] (Distant city sounds, faint grocery carts rolling, muffled footsteps—breathing syncs with bassline.) [(Moist Decoy: “Another loop, another step, another thought I didn’t catch—”] [(Neon Echo: “What’s the count now? Nah, forget it, we movin’ too fast.”] (Vocal synths fade in, choppy gospel harmonies stretching and folding in time.) ⸻ 🚶🏾‍♂️ [Verse 1] (Spoken-sung, fast-switching cadences, like internal monologue glitching in motion.) Wanderin’ through the aisles, mind spiralin’ miles, People movin’ light, but I been burnin’ these styles, Cold hands, warm soul, but the AC keep bitin’— Why’s the world so loud? Or is it me over-writin’? Fractals zig, they zag, I see their paths but never pull back, Threadin’ thought rope darts, leavin’ tracks but never unpack, Brain be warp-speed spinnin’, but my body laggin’ back, Gorgon-sight, neon-bright, yet I ghost through every act. ⸻ 🔄 [Pre-Chorus] (Call-response format, Funk-inspired Decoy Cadence, unpredictable spacing.) [(Call)] “Aisles stretch, thoughts flex, tell me where I land?” [(Response)] “Somewhere between too much and too much again.” [(Call)] “People pass, time cracks, do I hold it in my hands?” [(Response)] “Nah, it slips like sand, fractal paths expand.” ⸻ 🚀 [Chorus] (Melodic but syncopated, looping like an internal oscillation between focus and drift.) 🎶 Spinnin’, I be loopin’, always movin’, never still— 🎶 World be steady groovin’, but my tempo’s unfulfilled— 🎶 Cold breeze, mind squeeze, feel the space distortin’ real— 🎶 Walkin’ through the Target, tryna figure how to feel. (Slight delay on last line, like time stuttering.) ⸻ 🎭 [Verse 2] (Switch-up—flow now syncopated, half-rapped, half-melodic, bounce in cadence.) Ayy, I feel the echoes in the air like it’s coded in waves, People laughin’ like they left with somethin’ more than they paid, Meanwhile, I be calculatin’ spoons just to stay, ADHD got me sprintin’ but I ain’t in a race. Body cold but I’m burnin’ in a warmth I can’t place, Like my mind wrapped in motion but the friction still chafe, Tryna ghost through the crowd but the world pull me loud— I be first-person livin’, but third-person doubtin’ how. ⸻ 🔥 [Bridge] (Sonic shift—space opens up, beat fragments, ethereal synths breathe in.) 🎭 “Where does the ward stop? When does the phase shift?” 🎭 “Is it me, or the moment, or the energy I sit with?” 🎭 “Do we fracture or expand? Do we fold or do we drift?” 🎭 “Am I movin’, or the world, or the thoughts that I resist?” (Beat slowly reconstructs, layering back in—hints of Afro-EDM polyrhythm creeping in.) ⸻ 🌍 [Final Chorus] (Reversed vocal harmonies play under the main vocal line.) 🎶 Spinnin’, I be loopin’, always movin’, never still— 🎶 World be steady groovin’, but my tempo’s unfulfilled— 🎶 Cold breeze, mind squeeze, feel the space distortin’ deal— 🎶 Walkin’ through the real