[Intro] [Verse 1] Oh, 1:47 AM... I ain't moved yet Kettle screamin’ like it’s got regret Ticket in my hand, crumpled like fate “Disturbin’ the peace,” must be my trait Spinnin’ like a glitch in a city script Headphones heavy, bassline clipped Felt the drop... feet don't lie You don’t need noise when your own body’s high [Pre-Chorus] Yeah... yeah... I was locked in the flow Yeah... yeah... didn’t care who saw Underpass lit like a runway strip This ain’t no meltdown — it’s a power trip [Chorus] I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Feet don’t quit, I don’t explain I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Middle of the street, no shame, no lane I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! (yeah, yeah, yeah) Write it down, pin the name — "Subject claims he was feelin' the... beat" …Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane! [Interlude] [Verse 2] City buzzin’ like a stack of screens Scroll fatigue, American dream Synthline crawlin’ up my spine That four-on-the-floor hit just fine Didn’t need clubs, didn’t need crowd Just me, my kicks, and volume loud Officer pulled up, headlights beam But I was mid-spin... mid-scene [Pre-Chorus] Yeah... yeah... I was deep in the zone Yeah... yeah... vibin' alone Concrete pulse, and the walls could talk (“Feelin’ the rhythm”) they tried to mock (yeah!) [Chorus] I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Air guitar and a disco brain I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! That yellow slip? Hall of fame I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! (uh-huh, uh-huh) Felt the drop, lost the chain "Subject claims he was feelin’ the... beat" ...Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane! [Interlude] [Bridge] “Sir, you okay?” “Oh, I’m better than okay...” He looked at me like I broke the script Like I glitched the world... with a moonlit flip No crime, no fear — just dance deployed Gave me a fine... I called it joy [Breakdown] Feelin' the... feelin' the... feelin' the beat Feelin' the... feelin' the... can’t be discreet Feelin' the... feelin' the... heartbeat cheat Feelin’ the... beat... on repeat...ohhhhw! [Final Chorus] I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Concrete bounce in a disco frame I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Tag me up in the glitch hall of fame I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! (feel it, feel it) That cop? He can keep the claim — "Subject claims he was feelin' the... beat" ...Goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! [Outro] I’m... goin’... in-sa-a-a-a-ane...! Feelin’ the... feelin’ the... feelin’ the beat Ohhhh-ohhhh-ohhhhw!
