Yeah, I pull up like “skrrt,” feelings in my backpack,

Yeah, I pull up like “skrrt,” feelings in my backpack, Heart doin’ parkour every time she walks past. Friends like, “bro chill,” but I’m already off track— Brain buffering… WiFi on one bar, that’s facts. Got a crush so loud it needs noise complaints, Tryna act smooth but my swagger just faints. Every time she smiles, whole timeline shakes, I’m out here simpin’ like it’s part of my brakes. Energy reckless, vibes on “oops,” Actin’ like my hormones formed a whole troop. But I keep it classy, no wild uncouth— Just a goofy lil gremlin speakin’ his truth. Ay, feelings be jumpin' like fleas on a tramp, Crush hittin’ harder than a pre-workout stamp. I’m not thirsty, I’m hydrated with ambition, Certified lover-gremlin on a wholesome mission.