Текст песни
Spark the tip. Flick the flame. Inhale the smoke.
Warp drive ignites the moment I toke.
Fireworks burst in a green-haze vision,
Paranoid prophet with divine ambition.
Head in clouds but my feet stay steady,
Ideas breed quick, my mind’s machete.
One cough—boom—the cosmos opens,
Truths decode through circuits broken.
Scroll through tabs, drift through tracks,
Weed smoke writing my mental hacks.
Every puff unlocks a path,
Every hit redraws the math.
My thoughts combust, ignite, surpass—
Baby, my brain goes fast.
My brain goes fast, goes faster,
Too fast, can’t catch the laughter.
Eyes red, pulse in overdrive,
Creative lightning keeps me alive.
High voltage in every gasp—
Yeah baby, my brain goes fast.
Wake-and-bake, that’s meditation,
Weed’s my church, my calibration.
I don’t chill—I analyze,
High enough to psychoanalyze.
Grind the flower, twist the fate,
Thoughts bloom wild at a frantic rate.
Groove gets weird but it lands exact,
Hear your god in the feedback crack.
[Bridge]
Clouds like stew, brain glued tight,
Lost the plot but the rhythm’s right.
Eyes half-closed while the neurons flash,
No chill—just brilliance on blast.
My brain goes fast, too fast.
I laugh, I crash, time-lapse.
Bong rip, frame skip, fade to glass—
I burn, I flash.
My brain goes fast.
Too fast.
No crash, no smash.
So fast—faster—too fast.
Repeat it, repeatedly.
Stoned into infinity.
Come with me.
I’m high as thought—times infinity.
Стиль музыки
Rock Pop Rap EDM / Brooklyn Bounce Dance Anthem, 132 BPM, F# Minor. Gritty energetic deep male lead, rap-sung verses, sensual but radio-friendly romantic delivery, huge catchy pop-rock chorus, distort