Comedown carnival

Y’all ever talk to your reflection and lose the argument?

Same.

Welcome to the comedown carnival, baby (yeah)

Tickets cost whatever sanity gave me (woo)

Spinning in a circle, call it therapy maybe

Whole squad numb but we laugh too crazy (ha)

I been baptized in Gatorade and bad ideas,

Prayin’ to a playlist older than my fears.

Had a therapist quit mid-session, said, “bro… I can’t.”

Guess trauma got merch now, check the brand.

Sleep two hours, dream in static,

Wake up charismatic, borderline tragic.

My shadow owe me rent, that bum still livin’

In the corner of my brain where the Wi-Fi’s missin’.

Welcome to the comedown carnival, baby (yeah)

Tickets cost whatever sanity gave me (woo)

Spinning in a circle, call it therapy maybe

Whole squad numb but we laugh too crazy (ha)

Doctor said “balance,” I said “I’m bilingual,”

Fluent in panic and fake grins, single.

My dopamine do the Harlem Shake,

While I Google “how much sleep can a soul take?”

Told Siri “fix me,” she hung up quick,

Even AI scared of my Netflix list.

I self-diagnose like WebMD’s son,

Every symptom: “you’re done.” Cool—fun.

Yeah I know I’m a walking PSA,

Still look fly in my worst decay.

Turn breakdowns into mixtapes,

Laugh at the echo like “I’m OK.”

Welcome to the comedown carnival, baby (yeah)

Tickets cost whatever sanity gave me (woo)

Spinning in a circle, call it therapy maybe

Whole squad numb but we laugh too crazy (ha)

“Buy your souvenirs—misery half off"