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(Intro)
Yeah…
I’m not crazy, I just argue with my GPS.

(Verse 1)
Woke up, hair lookin’ like I fought a lawn mower,
Breath so bad even mirrors leanin’ back like “it’s over.”
Coffee in my bloodstream, jittery composer,
Write a whole mixtape before the toaster even’s toastered.

My brain got ads, it keeps skipping the premium,
Talking to myself — yeah, we’re building a consortium,
Said I need space, so I rented an auditorium,
Now I’m in my head and the rent is enormous.

I tried yoga once — pulled a muscle meditating,
Thoughts so loud even silence started complaining,
Went to the gym, left my dignity straining,
Did one push-up — body filed for training.

(Pre-Chorus)
They say “chill out” — I don’t come with a freezer,
Life gave me lemons, I demanded a pizza,
If brains were apps, mine would need a new feature—
“Auto-correct personality disorder” procedure.

(Chorus)
I’m a Wi-Fi psycho, signal unstable,
Downloadin’ thoughts that are morally questionable,
Table manners? I just table the table,
Flip it, then blame it on “artistic potential.”
Wi-Fi psycho, buffering genius,
Connected to the cloud but the weather’s inconvenient,
If sanity’s a class, I been skipping attendance—
Still pass every test with extra credit and vengeance.

(Verse 2)
My confidence fluctuates hourly,
Sometimes I’m a king, sometimes I’m a houseplant cowardly,
Talk big online, in person I’m shower-free,
Power nap champion — world title hourly.

Tried to eat healthy, but the salad offended me,
Lettuce be honest — it never befriended me,
Carrots keep staring like “who you pretending to be?”
Broccoli judging my lack of integrity.

I got enemies — mostly imaginary,
Arguing in public looking legendary,
People think I’m deep, I just talk unnecessarily,
Accidentally profound? Yeah, very.

(Bridge – faster flow)
I hyperventilate when I meditate,
Celebrate overthinking on a dinner date,
“Hey, how you been?” — now I’m spiraling,
Explaining my childhood at minute eight.
Wait—
Why do I overshare? I don’t know,
Brain moves fast but my Wi-Fi slow,
Confidence high then it dips real low—
Like my bank account yelling “bro…”

(Final Chorus)
I’m a Wi-Fi psycho, don’t reset me,
Might glitch mid-sentence unexpectedly,
Mentally hectic but objectively catchy,
If chaos was fashion, I’m dressed correctly.
Wi-Fi psycho, streaming the madness,
Laugh at the stress ‘cause it hates when I’m laughing,
If life’s a joke, then I’m writing the caption—
Punchline addict, mic in my grasp and—

(Outro)
Yeah…
If crazy’s contagious, don’t sit in my section.


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