Mind on detonate

(Intro — Whispering, Shaky)
I ain’t violent…
But my mind?
My mind got its finger on a red button I never pressed in my life.
And these coworkers keep tappin’ it…
Like it’s a damn doorbell.



Hook — (Explosive, Spiraling)

My mind on detonate, my thoughts ain’t straight,
One more sound in this room and I might violate space.
I don’t touch nobody — but my brain throwin’ chairs,
And if they heard what’s goin’ on in here?
Man, they’d evacuate stairs.

Not my actions — I’m good.
But my mind?
My mind misbehaving in ways I never understood.



Verse 1 — (Unstable, Rapid Fire Thoughts)

I walk in twitchin’, glitchin’, feelin’ pixelated,
Sanity bufferin’, patience half-dedicated.
Every coworker word hit my skull like a spike,
I got intrusive thoughts sprintin’ like they training for a fight.

I’m smilin’ — but inside I’m combustin’,
Pressure in my chest like the walls keep bustin’.
I ain’t hurtin’ nobody, but my mind throwin’ hands,
Shadowboxing every voice that misunderstand.

Karen talkin’ loud? Brain starts short-circuitin’.
Brad ask a question? Thought-stream hurricane surgin’.
Samantha chewin’ gum? Mental riots erupt.
Boss say “Team meeting”?
Oh Lord… internal system corrupt.



Hook — (Worse, Less Stable)

My mind on detonate, my thoughts ain’t straight,
One more sound in this room and I might violate space.
I don’t touch nobody — but my brain throwin’ chairs,
And if they heard what’s goin’ on in here?
Man, they’d evacuate stairs.

I ain’t dangerous…
Just mentally outrageous.



Verse 2 — (Completely Unstable, Chaotic Flow)

I’m sittin’ at my desk hearin’ voices that ain’t mine,
Like, “Bro, quit before your neurons start a crime.”
Not a real crime — nah, I stay clean, I stay grown,
But my thoughts wild animals breakin’ out the unknown.

I’m breathin’ heavy like I’m holdin’ worlds in my chest,
Tryna pass these emails but my brain won’t rest.
Thoughts talkin’ over each other like a riot inside,
If my mind had a steering wheel, it’d be a downhill ride.

Mike breathin’ wrong — boom, my sanity shakes.
Printer jam — BOOM, tectonic plate breaks.
Somebody say “Good morning”? My eye twitch twice,
My mind runnin’ simulations that ain’t ever been nice.

I’m calm though…
Outside.
Inside’s a volcano with performance pride.



Hook — (Final, Mentally Exploded)

My mind on detonate, my thoughts ain’t straight,
One more sound in this room and I might violate space.
But I don’t hurt nobody — only fightin’ these thoughts,
Every day at this job feel like battlin’ robots.

If they saw what my brain doin’ just to behave?
Man…
They’d give me PTO,
A vacation,
A bonus,
And a PRE-emptive raise.


Outro — (Cold, Unstable Calm)

Clock out…
Deep breath…
Mind flickerin’ like a busted fuse box.

Another shift survived.
Another meltdown denied.
Another day where my hands stayed still…
But my mind?
My mind fought a whole war they’ll never understand.

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