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