Adderal
Yung Stack
A spiralling tale on overdose from adderal. Inspired by a news article I read
- Released
- 2025-9-8
- Length
- 3:34
- BPM
- 85 / 100 / 110 / 115 / 140
- Key
- F# Minor
- Genre
- Hip-Hop/Rap
- mastering
- DeltaWave
- mixing
- DeltaVortex
- production
- DeltaVDevs
- vocals
- Yung Stack
Lyrics
Hey… you got an Adderal?
I really need to focus right now.
Yeah, I got you.
Oh shi—
I feel it kick in, yeah, the fog just fades
Thoughts align, I could code for days
Cursor blinkin’ like it’s keepin’ pace
My mind don’t drift, it just levitates
No hunger in my stomach, still I’m full
Just me and my brain and a terminal pull
Fix that bug and I might fix my soul
One line runs and I’m in control
I just need a little push, can you save me?
Focus like a laser, I feel crazy
You don’t get it, man, this shit made me
Clock tickin’ but I’m smooth, I’m weightless
Code flows like a dream, no friction
Window split with a side of prediction
I write, then refactor, then ship it
Dev mode: god-tier edition
Ran a sprint in a single loop
Deadlines folded like a Rubik’s cube
Thoughts so tight they interlace
Productivity feels like grace
I just need a little push, can you save me?
Focus like a laser, I feel crazy
You don’t get it, man, this shit made me
Clock tickin’ but I’m smooth, I’m weightless
Tile in the corner’s a little askew
Should I shift it now or sand it through?
Wait, was that wire always that bent?
Let me fix the cable management
Chrome tab seventeen, loop recursion
Just to make the margins perfect, versioned
Code's compiling, but I’m stuck
Fixing pixels on a loading truck
Thoughts still run but they start to blur
Syntax sharp but the logic's slurred
Mouse is still, I’m just… staring
Code is right, but I’m not caring
Done so much, why feel so hollow?
Why's my drive too sharp to swallow?
Hands shake—focus tearing—
Confidence...
I feel it wearing...
DUDE — GIVE ME ONE MORE.
Heartbeat syncs with the keystrokes
Mind like glass but it don’t crack tho
I rewrote time, flipped back the code
Optimized thoughts down to the node
I’m flyin', no wires
I’m burnin’, no tires
I’m speakin’ in JSON
To the voice in the dryer
Floor too bright — turn the fridge down, please
The fan said “run” and I got cold knees
Why’s the light switch breathing slow?
If I move too quick, the desk might know
I built a program to talk to God
But He returned NULL, that felt odd
I caught a bug in the ceiling fan
It said “system error: you’re just a man”
Tasted the pixels, heard the RAM scream
The keyboard’s humming in F# dream
Paranoia rides the snare like a wave
All these variables I can't save
My arm's too loud
The color blue just frowned
I ran through Chrome
But it looped back 'round
You ever thought about time as a rubber band?
You ever watched a thought slip out your hand?
I put too much... I put too much...
Did I put too much?
I just need—
SILENCE.