

Prompt / Lyrics
Title: “Still Beeping Somewhere” (Intro — whispered, confused) Is this my shoe or a pigeon Why is the ceiling apologizing I think my name is… toaster? Okay, rolling. Verse 1 I woke up speaking fluent applesauce The clock is melting into Thursday sauce My elbow’s asking for a lawyer And my tongue just joined a choir There’s a nurse made out of Wi-Fi Telling me to count to blue I got to seven, saw a llama Now I owe the moon a shoe Pre-Chorus My thoughts are in a shopping cart With one bad wheel, going left I tried to blink and missed a year Now gravity needs a rest Chorus Beep beep, the room is singing The floor smells like a hat I’m laughing at a lampshade ‘Cause it knows where I left my cat Whoa-oh, hold my pudding cup Reality’s on mute If this is Tuesday, tell it “hi” I’m still downloading my boots Verse 2 There’s a cowboy in my bloodstream Riding ponies made of jam My heartbeat’s doing jazz hands Yelling “sir, yes sir, I am” The alphabet fell down the stairs Now E is before Q I tried to text my eyebrows But autocorrect said “moo” Pre-Chorus The ceiling fan’s my legal dad It spins advice at me “Drink some water, blink twice, kid” Then it married a TV Chorus Beep beep, the room is singing The walls are wearing pants I waved at my reflection And it asked me for a dance Whoa-oh, hold my pudding cup My knees are made of soup If this is real, please lower it I’m still untying the loop Bridge (slow, dramatic, unnecessary) Am I a sandwich or a promise Did I leave the oven on The sun just sneezed inside my head Gesundheit, carry on I hear a duck narrating life In a very serious tone “Sir, you dropped your consciousness” Cool, I’ll pick it up at home Breakdown (spoken) Wait— Why is everyone so tall And why is my voice a triangle Chorus Beep beep, the room is singing The bed’s applauding me I bowed to a banana For its service to the sea Whoa-oh, hold my pudding cup I’m rebooting my face If I fall asleep mid-sentence Please park me in a vase Outro Okay, I found my name in a drawer Next to three beliefs and a fork If I said anything weird, no I didn’t But also… thank you, stork (long pause) …Can I keep the llama?
Tags
Lo-fi hip-hop beat, woozy bounce; young male vocal sounding like an Indian man groggy from anesthesia.
3:20
No
1/1/2026