Yeah…
System booting… vibes loading…
If none of this makes sense, that’s fine
The beat does the heavy lifting.

[Verse 1]

Booted up my brain, got a runtime glitch,
My inner child’s vibin’ while my cortex twitches.
Tried to meditate once - caught a loop, no stitch,
Now I’m arguing with God about which one of us is rich.
Got a grocery list full of existential dread,
Plus matcha, plus eggs, plus a voice in my head
Screamin’ “Bro, chase purpose!” like I ain’t already said
I’m just here for the groove and the jokes ’til I’m dead.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m a paradox baby, I’m like a self help scam,
Built a kingdom outta memes, now I call it “who I am.”
If life gives lemons, cool - I microdose ’em,
Hit enlightenment briefly then immediately ghost it.

[Chorus]

I’m vibin’ like a monk on a 4/4 swing,
Holy metaphysics in a funky lil’ thing.
Enlightenment’s a joke but the bassline brings
That “wait… am I healed?” type of dopamine zing.
Groove first, questions later - yeah, that’s my creed.
Drop truth by accident, it’s how I bleed.
Wise by glitch, enlightened by speed-
Call it self-help for the chronically freed.

[Verse 2]

I went to therapy, she said I think too fast,
I said “I know - tried slowing down, got bored, came back.”
She says, “breathe,” I said, “already did,” She said, “that’s avoidance,” I said, “valid bid.”
I’ve been up all night tryna outthink sleep,
My thoughts got thoughts - yeah, it runs that deep.
But every time I solve my cosmic grief,
A new bug spawns like “surprise, I’m chief.”

[Bridge 1]

Catch me pondering the void while I dance like an idiot,
Call it cosmic groove theory - yes, I’m serious... ish.
Ten percent genius, ninety percent mischief,
One hundred percent “I prolly should not have said that” - gifted.

[Drop / Post-Chorus]

Yeah, I’m glitchin’ in the rhythm like a beat-born sage,
Look dumb on the surface, but I’m wise backstage.
I’m a monk with a funk and chaotic rage
But like… cute rage. Contained. Micro-dosage stage.

[Verse 3]

I been scrollin’ through my thoughts like a glitchy slot machine,
Pulled the lever, hit enlightenment - but only halfway clean.
Caught my future self roastin’ me from the mezzanine,
Said “bro, you’re kinda brilliant… but also what do you mean?”
Manifested my goals by accident again,
Tripped into success like “oh damn, that’s a win.”
Universe be like “sir, this wasn’t the instruction,”
But I was busy vibin’ through a mild self-destruction.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

I don’t rise and grind, I wake and compute,
Trying to debug God in a three-piece suit.
If life’s a simulation, the code is cute
’Cause every damn loop ends up back at “mute.”

[Chorus 2]

I’m not lost, I’m buffering,
I’m not stuck, I’m stuttering;
This groove so hot it’s suffering
CPU temp blubbering.
I’m not lost, I’m vibing weird,
I’m not wise, I just overheard
My subconscious mutter something absurd
Now it’s stuck in my head like a prophetic word.

[Bridge 2]

Look-
If the universe speaks, I ignore the call,
’Cause voicemail hits harder than the rise and fall.
I’ve been chasing enlightenment down every hall
But I swear nirvana’s just Netflix after all.

[Breakdown]

Zoom in
I’m a pixel with ambition.
Zoom out
I’m a cosmic superstition.
Either way the bassline’s hittin’,
And my fate be auto-fittin’.
I’m the bug report that’s writin’
Itself in the next edition.

[Final Chorus]

Groove so divine, it forgave my sins,
808 baptism, where it begins.
Every loop’s a second chance to spin
Existence… but make it win.
I’m just dancing through the plot holes,
Grooving like I paid off all my past-life loans.
Laughing ’cause the universe be throwing me bones
Like “here’s one truth, kid - go make it your own.”

[Outro]

So salute to the weirdos who think too much,
Who cry at good synths and need cosmic touch.
We laugh at the chaos, we dance in the crunch;
If the universe’s a joke…
the groove
is the punch.

“Error 404: ego not found…
but damn these beats are profound.”

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