Tbt
Room full of people, how could I be lonely?
These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie
I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly
Filling our voids with mediums of instant gratification
that create unrealistic plateaus of satisfaction
Keep me up, keep me up,
How do you not see the ramifications?
We've been desensitized me overstimulated
Our thoughts and subconscious incubated
By news feeds, timelines, snapchats and the latest
Virtual friendships masking this hiatus
Can we talk about something besides other people?
It'd be different if it were positive, but it always seems to be fecal
Do you realize the power of thoughts and words? Gossip is lethal
Forget words, we've forgot how to feel
Western medicine, we've forgot how to heal
Longer life expectancies, but without any zeal
Living longer just to live longer, what's the appeal?
Why would you ever live a life less than ideal?
Playing' double dutch with reality & surreal
Here we go with another one of my spiels
Let's imagine a day without a word said
Let's imagine a day without thoughts in your head
Let's imagine a day with all expectations shed
Just actions, seems it'd be hard to be misread
Do you see how we make things complicated?
Speak the same language but need it translated
Unrealistic mediums of keeping in touch
Hey, hi, what's up, how are you?
What happened to just chatting over lunch?
Pretty good, Chillin', yeah me too
No such thing as plans, someone might text me
"I'll let you know", we have to keep a plan B
Some of you probably string along three
Day dreaming about the days before technology
When you had to be where you said you'd be, #T.B.T.
I see the followers, yeah you got a bunch
How many you seen in the last few months?
How long can we use instant gratification as a crutch?
Social media, the FOMO illusion, how much is too much?
Dramatized highlight reels of our lives
Look at me, look at me, I'm alive, I've arrived
Perfect little story, just how you contrived
Elephant in the room, the antithesis of live
Let's just upload consciousness to a hard drive
Seen friends waste hours in paradise editing pics
Just to post them in hope of some double clicks
These habits have turned into Tourette's tics
Sucking the essence from the moment, the "present" tick
MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
What's next? It's all just one big sham
The egos favorite invention, that & the front cam
I'll apologize now for these next lines ma'am
Some of you girls confused about what's a shirt
**** & Ass out, actin' surprised by perverts
The spice is gone when everyone's seen what's for dessert
You aren't fooling anyone, it's oh so overt
Oh, can we all agree to quit recording concerts?
Guys, know the difference between flirt & thirst
You're not Drake, your behavior's actually the worst
Court a random girl in person, that'd be a first
It's so much more genuine unrehearsed
Put your phone up be available & alert
I'll bet you'll wish you would've when you're riding in a hearse
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