500
In the morning I wake up needing you
You are my fix
Without you I contract a sickness
Where are you?
I've grown accustomed to having you in my palms
It's like you flow through the veins in my arms
And I get a euphoric feeling
You are my drug
The Zuckerbergs of the world deal it
I tweak for your tweets
I skitz for your post
At work I hurt if I can't search for you
You've become an epidemic
The new high
The feinds are outside
Trying to cop your wi-fi
Why?
Your are that digital dope
That hope
That the hopeless need to cope
You make my eyes roll back
I long to by a bag of that social media
Those samples that you put out keeps the block flooded
I'll sell my soul for just an Instagram of you
You are a ten
You woo me
I put you in a tube with a needle and shoot it
Then become at peace with myself like deuces
There's no rehab for those who abuse this
But as long as computers gets booted
And a phone has its usage
Us addicts will have to have it
To us you're more important than incoming traffic on the highway
Instead of looking at the road, I have my head down
Partaking in a digital nod
Forgetting that, if my car collides
Myself and others might die
But ahhhh!
You feel so good
What would I do without you ?
You are that digital dope
The whole world knows about you..
