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Bluescreened Ft Prophit

by i.G.C.
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Artisti.G.C.
AlbumSecond Take
Duration3:32
ReleasedJun 20, 2026
Genre: Country Category: Album Track Type: audio/mpeg

Lyrics

Verse 1 Boss said, “We’re outta money, but let’s spend some more, Raise no one’s pay and build a second front door. We’ll save on heat if we just add glass,” I felt my IQ fall clean through the floorboards fast. Cousin said the Earth is flat “’cause planes fly straight,” And if the moon were real we’d “feel its weight.” I tried to answer once, then my brain checked out, Felt a little Windows error pop up in my mouth. Chorus I got bluescreened, system down, Too much stupid floatin’ ’round this town. My thoughts freeze up, my eyes go blank, Like dial-up internet on an empty tank. You say one more thing that don’t make sense, My brain throws up a big blue fence. Yeah, talk like that should be illegal, friend— You got my mind bluescreened… Please reboot me again. Verse 2 Buddy said, “I’m broke, man, times are tough… But I bought a lifted truck and some crypto stuff. I quit my job ’cause work’s a scam, Gonna be a ‘full-time vibe’ on Instagram.” Aunt on Facebook shar’n every wild fake post, “Microwave water gives bread more ghosts.” I start to speak facts, then my voice gets stuck, Spinnin’ like a little wheel sayin’ “good luck.” Chorus I get bluescreened, system crash, When common sense bounces and burns to ash. My brain says “nope,” my soul says “why,” My inner hard drive just starts to cry. You drop that logic that don’t connect, My mental RAM shows zero left. Yeah, talk like that should be illegal, friend— You got my mind bluescreened… Please reboot me again. Bridge One more “I did my research” line, From a dude whose lab coat’s just beer and shine… If dumb was a virus, this town’s infected, I need an update just to feel protected. Final Chorus I’m bluescreened, locked-up head, Too many wild takes, not enough meds. My brain froze solid, my cursor’s gone, Control-Alt-Delete just loggin’ me off. If you see me starin’ off into space, It ain’t that I’m rude, I’m just outta place. Your broken logic hit my thoughts again— Now I’m sittin’ here bluescreened… Somebody Turn me off and on again.

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