When I be on the mic, sometimes I talk about my life Sometimes other issues, or people dealing with strifes Sometimes I go hard and spit bars like It's my last day of living I'm giving you what I see with my vision Nowadays human connection seems impossible I guess we getting too technological We don't care making a better world, only what's profitable So we make irrational decisions, without much precision We are on all this social media Posting photoshopped pics, looking flawless Insecurity is what I call this How we suppose to progress if we not being honest Instead of approaching women in a manner that's polite We downloading apps and swiping right Tinder, Lulu, Instagram, Facebook Hey look, they shook, to let the world know how their face look
Taking selfies, like we our own paparazzi Take hundreds of pics, but only put 2 on, tinashe We pretend like Rocky We show a glamorous lifestyle to our online friends, but it may not be Taking selfies, all day, all night All her pants look the same, and they all tight Clicking till one that's at least alright Can't believe the authenticity, she's a false type One pic with the beamer, other with the benz Two more with a caddy, where does the lying end Messaging them to her man, click send Living a lie of this false life she pretends I'm a part of the problem, the problem is I'm part of it I guess we didn't see this coming from the start of it We should get to the root of the problem, the heart of it Let's get back to the root of the music, the art of it