BRAIN ROT

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BRAIN ROT lyrics

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Intro

Pick up, it's over

Verse 1

Plate on the nightstand, eggs went cold at ten Three alarms swiped off like the FYP again Thumb's cramped but I'm locked in a clip loop, stuck Ceiling fan spinning, haven't moved since six, what luck Room smells stale, blankets kicked to the floor Charger dangling, battery screaming at four Percent, plug it in, keep scrolling, keep going Seventeen tabs open, not one of 'em worth knowing Wait nah, this cat one's kinda funny though Click, share, forget, reload, set the tempo

Pre-chorus

One more clip, one more clip, one more Said I'd stop at the next one, said that thirty before

Chorus

Brain rot, brain rot, that's the wave I'm on Brain rot, brain rot Brain rot, brain rot, up and gone since dawn Every clip's a hit, can't put the phone down Brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

Verse 2

Eyes sting like I stared into the sun wrong Neck locked sideways, same position all day long Group chat buzzing, sixteen unread threads Rent reminder sitting in my inbox, left on read Mood flips every thirty seconds flat Laughing at a dog, next clip makes me sad, then mad Then back to laughing, where's the pattern at? Thumb keeps swiping like it just don't matter "You good?" popped up at noon from Kev Typed "lol yeah," kept watching raccoons

Pre-chorus

One more clip, one more clip, one more Last one for real this time, said that sixty before

Chorus

Brain rot, brain rot, that's the wave I'm on Brain rot, brain rot Brain rot, brain rot, up and gone since dawn Every clip's a hit, can't put the phone down Brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

Verse 3

Three months deep, night before the interview, same pose Friends quit asking, now they post and I watch those Six-inch rectangle of somebody else's wins Saving pins I'll never pin, playlists I never spin They say doomscroll like it's something casual Watched a stranger's wedding, skipped my cousin's recital Memes for medicine, punchlines for bandages "I'm fine" is the joke, and that's the damages

Bridge

Can't remember the last time I looked up Not at a screen, just... up Mom called twice last Thursday I saw it

Verse 4

Third call, picked up on accident Her voice was smaller, like she hadn't meant To let me hear the worry, just said "checking in" Three words and my whole chest caved in Clock read 4 AM, same plate, same cramp Same hand, same spot, same stale damp Calling rot a personality Nah, it's me ducking what I'm actually feeling, see

Verse 5

Put the phone face-down on the sheets Stood up, knees popped, haven't heard that in weeks Opened the door, the cold hit different Sun on my arms, pavement under my Crocs, I'm in it Walked to the corner store, bought an orange Peeled it on the stoop, juice running on my fingers No caption, no clip, no comment section Just a Tuesday morning, no one filming, no one checking Brain rot ain't a badge if you actually have it It's a punchline till it's not, then it's a habit

Chorus

Brain rot, brain rot, that's the wave I'm on Brain rot, brain rot Brain rot, brain rot, up and gone since dawn Every clip's a hit, but I put the phone down Brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

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