HOOK (shadowy, echoing, Neighborhood-style)
Scroll, scroll—
Another dopamine hit in a black hole.
Brain froze—
I can’t tell if I’m alive or just in auto-mode.
Talkin’ in slang like it’s code,
“Bet,” “W,” “Cook,” overload—
Yeah my mind’s been overclocked,
Got that brain rot, can’t even stop.
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VERSE 1 (Arctic Monkeys swagger, animated, modern)
My phone buzz like a phantom in a leather jacket,
Every notification pullin’ strings like a bad habit.
You said “Why you speak like TikTok stitched your tongue into a meme?”
I said “Lowkey,” then “Bruh,” then something in-between.
Lost my mind in the algorithm,
Caught a vibe but the vibe’s gone missin’.
I’m doom-scrollin’ like it’s ritual sin,
Lookin’ at my screen like, “Ayo, I’m Him?”
Ironically, unironically—
It’s hysterically dystopian comedy.
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PRE-HOOK (brooding, grayscale vibe)
You asked me why my thoughts glitch like a corrupted file,
I said “Skibidi,” just to watch you lose your mind for a while.
You said “What’s wrong with you?” — I couldn’t even lie,
Just gave you that blank stare like NPC with dead inside.
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HOOK (bigger, darker)
Scroll, scroll—
Another dopamine hit in a black hole.
Brain froze—
I can’t tell if I’m alive or just in auto-mode.
Talkin’ in slang like it’s code,
“Villain,” “Sigma,” “W,” overload—
Got me trapped, mind on lock,
Yeah that brain rot don’t ever stop.
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VERSE 2 (heavier, Arctic Monkeys night-drive energy)
Caught myself sayin’ “Gyatt” to a passing breeze,
Someone sneezed—my brain said “Rizz!” with zero dignity.
My vocabulary got mugged in an alley by Zoomers,
Now I’m speakin’ like a glitchy AI rumor.
You said “Touch grass—get off your phone, lad,”
But my attention span’s on a government-mandated rehab.
Tryna detox from the digital plague,
But got FOMO whisperin’ in my ear like a devil in suede.
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BRIDGE (moody, The Neighbourhood vibe)
I tried to pray to God,
But the autocorrect said “Gawd.”
I tried to talk to you,
But all that left my lips was “Fr, no cap. Deadass. On God.”
What have I become?
Some creature of the feed?
An echo born from memes,
Addicted to the screen?
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OUTRO (fading, cinematic)
Scroll… scroll…
Mind gone cold.
Brain rot took hold…
And I just go with the algorithm’s flow.
ReapEternal
