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l.f.s. - otitis lyrics

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[intro]

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[verse 1]

i saw the fall, the raw disconnect from the real world that brought changed thoughts
i don’t fall for what you give respect, don’t feel for y’all who been brainwashed
you can’t live without this and that, no phone service, y’all aim lost
tech people say “mission met,” politicians, them, they all same frauds

i came forth to shed light on what you like and you believe in
that thing that’s keepin’ you up at night defines what your disease is
can’t wait with a minute of patience, gotta refresh yo’ every feed list
you bored, needin’ entertainment, all of that waitin’ solved with three cl!cks

no twitter gotta give you all shivers
thought of no tweets gotta make you all weak
thought of no gram gotta make you all bitter
you got ig runnin’ through your iv

plus that snapchat got you trapped, jack, and that youtube done got you-glued
gotta raise stats in this rat pack, boost views and you-smooth
you stay on it, attached that, in ya ear with that blue-tooth
come home, alexa gon’ track that, that’s no freedom, that’s lose-lose

gon’ do you, and i’ll do me
my phone in hand where the booth be
can’t stand the brand, but the truth be
i still be usin’ it loosely, so-

[hook]

likefollowsub, likefollowsub, gon’
likefollowsub, likefollowsub, you can
likefollowsub, likefollowsub, gon’
likefollowsub, likefollow, sub

[verse 2]

type what’s in yo’ head, cuz you safe behind what you charge
not enough likes, now you all mad, cuz them hearts done got to yo’ heart
not enough views make you all sad, cuz them “eyes” quench, and y’all parched
what do y’all do when it’s all dead? cuz this sh-t defines who you are, aye

they gon’ hit the facebook, but don’t put they face in no books
and them filters make they face look, like some pictures they ain’t never took
post an -ss pic, b-tch, post a muscle pic, bro
post it with the dog filter, you could cover your nose, aye

this the way that all these people in the world are
record the homie -ss-whoopin’ just to get that worldstar
listen to the cash, post your weed and guns, you sure hard
dm every thot to shoot your shot for all them curves, gawd

share your feels, share your meals
share you’ve healed from some ordeal
share a m-ssive, p-ssive post about your so, that appeals
share your vacay, “take me back”
share your fave knowledge and facts
share some lame artist who raps
share the grave site of who p-ssed

no “too far,” promise ain’t no limit
got a new ride? better flex that whiddip
snaps on the road, be ya next ak-sident
least all ya friends got to check that shiddit

i ain’t widdit, go suggest an app, then i’ma have to p-ss it up
if they make you tag two people, please don’t ever @ me, but

[hook]

[outro verse]

you more concerned with 4g than makin’ 4 g’s
i like silence, bet that sh-t ain’t ever bored me
phone attached like all you hoes was never born free
can’t even have a date without pullin’ some more-
sh-t man, f-ck, i got a text message, it was blocking what i was reading, run it back mag, sh-t

[outro bridge]

flex for it, flex, flex for it, homie

- otitis lyrics

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