[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
Teach a man to reload, now he scrolling till his eyes blow
Refresh, hit yes, all of the sex
Wires, tapping, tapping through the wires like it's the feds

Egress, erase by deleting
I can be just who I want and post up till I see it
My space, each face, every news case
Reading bout the next big thing like it’s blueface


[Hook]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

[Verse 1]
Eyes closed, and I ain't say that ‘cause I'm asian
I been scrolling through the gram and made a realization
That I been sitting on this couch like waiting room patients
Watching other people for hours, never blinking

Shit, my stomach rumble, so I get up
And grab a bag of chips, get one ready to devour
But then I think about my old friend from Pre-K
I ain’t seen him since like maybe the 8th grade
Anyways
I saw this clip of him in the bay
Chilling on the beach, no shirt on with his bae
Thinking “damn he really glowed up” like a ray
Congrats to him and her, I'm glad they're doing great

I come back from that moment, look down at my chip
And think “okay, maybe this time I should skip”
Aee I ain't smiled that way with my girl in like a minute
Thinking if I get the 6-pack too, that might diminish

[Hook]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

I set the bag down feeling dirty, back to my chair
This time I'm scrolling through twitter, okay that's fair
It's mostly just text so I got nothing that I should fear
Then see my friend announcing how she just got her hair

Mentioned on beyonce's own personal story
I check how many followers she got, like 940
I’m sitting here writing lyrics for people to hear
Meanwhile my followers sitting at...203 or

Oh shit now it’s only 202
Tell myself “damn I ain't good enough like you”
Fuck it maybe i’ll eat half the bag of chips
To make myself feel better in a way that's quick

I'm halfway through the bag when I think about my old friend
You know the one with the abs and defined chin
I lift my shirt up and stare at what I do have
Tell myself I'll never get that, and eat 2 bags

[Hook]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand

[Bridge]
These days, my friends ask if I’m alive
No story, no story in our eyes
We are the first Generation “I”
I don't know, if ourselves will survive

[Pre-Chorus]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
Teach a man to reload, now he scrolling till his eyes blow
Refresh, hit yes, all of the sex
Wires, tapping, tapping through the wires like it's the feds

Egress, erase by deleting
I can be just who I want and post up till I see it
My space, each face, every news case
Reading bout the next big thing like it's blueface

[Hook]
Eyes closed, blindfold, what would I know
These days gotta watch your back like a chiro
Internet, instagram, watching in my hand
Replicate, fuck the fake, got my own brand