Verse 1)
Wake up, thoughts race, no brakes, full throttle,
Tryna grab one, but they slip through the bottle.
Got a list, got a plan, but I lost it again,
Now I’m scrolling through my phone like, “Where did I begin?”
Too many tabs, brain buffering slow,
But my body's on go, and I’m out the front door.
Keys in my hand, then I drop ‘em on sight,
Now I’m lookin’ for the thing that I had in plain sight.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh no, here we go again,
Start one thing, then I find a new trend.
Tryna stay still, but my brain won’t let me,
World too loud, but the silence upset me.
(Chorus)
Mind on overdrive, never hit pause,
Runnin’ through the day like I’m breakin’ all the laws.
Try to focus up, but my brain too loud,
Turn the music up, let it drown it all out.
(Verse 2)
Overstimulated, under-motivated,
Tryna do the work, but the fun’s so persuasive.
People say, “Chill,” but they don’t understand,
If I could slow it down, I would, but I can’t.
Lost in a thought that I never complete,
Feet movin’ fast, but my mind’s in the street.
Forgot what I said, but I know it was fire,
Now I’m back to square one, brain caught in the wire.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh no, here we go again,
Start one thing, then I find a new trend.
Tryna stay still, but my brain won’t let me,
World too loud, but the silence upset me.
(Chorus)
Mind on overdrive, never hit pause,
Runnin’ through the day like I’m breakin’ all the laws.
Try to focus up, but my brain too loud,
Turn the music up, let it drown it all out.
(Verse 3)
Midnight clock ticks, still wide awake,
Tryna count sheep, but they jump outta place.
Close my eyes, but my brain’s on a loop,
Replaying that thing I forgot back at noon.
Bed feels wrong, phone too bright,
One more scroll, then I’ll sleep—yeah, right.
Every little sound got my mind on alert,
Now I’m stuck in my head, and it’s makin’ me hurt.
(Bridge)
They say I’m too much, but I say I’m enough,
If my brain’s a wild ride, then I’m ridin’ it tough.
Forget the shame, this is how I’m designed,
A little bit chaotic, but I’m one of a kind.
(Outro)
So if you feel me, throw your hands up high,
We don’t fit the mold, we don’t even try.
Fast-paced minds, too bright to control,
Runnin’ through life, yeah, we never go slow.
carltheboss101
