Madam Herta On My Mind

[Intro]
Yeah
Late night in the archives
Scrollin’ through the data
But my mind on her
[Verse 1]
Cold lab coat, blue eyes like a scanner
Talk sharp, every word got a banner
Little smirk when she solving the equation
Brain like a storm, I just live in the vibration
She don’t care ’bout clout, that’s a feature
Talks to me like I’m part of the research
I’m in the back, tryna act like I’m fine
Heart doing numbers, way outta line
[Chorus]
Madam Herta on my mind, on my mind (yeah)
Every model that she writes, redefine (uh)
I’m just stuck in her orbit, tryna climb
She the genius, I’m the glitch in the design
Madam Herta on my mind, on my mind
I keep runnin’ all the stats, every time
She the constant, I’m the variable in rhyme
Madam Herta on my mind, on my mind
[Verse 2]
She say “focus,” I’m already gone
Got me daydream-simmin’ like a broken console
Her notes on the board read just like art
I’m tracing every curve like I know that heart
She bored of the world but it thrills me
How she throws out facts so casually
Got ten new theories in a single breath
Got me studying her more than I study death
Tough talk, but I see that spark
Tiny little pause when we lock in the dark
Like maybe I’m a bug she don’t wanna erase
So she leaves me runnin’ in a corner of her space
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Tell me, am I just a test you forgot to shut down?
Or a thought that you hide when the crew come around?
If you open up a slot in that brilliant head
I’ll be right there, live rent-free instead
[Chorus]

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