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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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