Lyric

Too many zombies, brainrot on the screen

Scrolldown, do nothing

You just wasting your time

Gotta make a move, if you wanna make a bag

Catch myself scrolling, then I snap back to my rap

To get something real, you gotta give up the time

Short videos wasting your mind and your prime

God watching TikToks, ignoring our tears

Earthquakes in Japan cause nobody hears

We cannot deal with that

Fuck the noise

I won't lose control

Ready to quit school

Taking my soul, I wanna ball out

I’m gonna break my school

Making money with rap

Living my life

What’s bad about that?

Cutting through strife, slow life

Don't tell me what to do

I own my fate

Nobody guides me

Open the gate

Put money on me

Put money on me

Put money on me

Put money on me

Too many zombies, brainrot on the screen

Scrolldown, do nothing

You just wasting your time

Gotta make a move, if you wanna make a bag

Catch myself scrolling, then I snap back to my rap

I’m underground but I will collab with the big

Gotta make my twin rich

Digging up the gig

Too young to talk about my life at sixteen?

Fuck that, I only chase what I've seen

When I go viral

I’ll turn you into brainrot, my bad

Self beat now

Soon my twin cooks the track, be glad

I know I go viral, Fuck the brainrot

I know I go viral , Fuck the brainrot

Too many zombies, brainrot on the screen

Scrolldown, do nothing

You just wasting your time

Gotta make a move, if you wanna make a bag

Catch myself scrolling, then I snap back to my rap