(Hook) (X2)
Like this n’ like that, like a Facebook feed/
Flow like a stream on your YouTube screen/
Like this n’ like that, like a Facebook feed/
For the realest news, gather round me/

(Verse 1)
Mr.Brightside, but never got the kiss/ Look at e’ery girl, all is amiss/
Working on this/ side of life
As a barista/ So/ with everyone, it’s ‘hey nice to meet ya!’ /
But I know/ they’d never throw/
This song on a loop/ God, I’m looking all day how to honor you/
But the fact is/ I don’t need practice/
We only die once, so please don’t/ put me through all these back-flips/
Can’t afford to shop the store I work at/
But even if I could, I should pay off the debt from my first class/
Hmmmm, I hate being responsible/
I just wanna have fun, life feels like an obstacle/ so what I gotta do/
Is feel like a global citizen/ knowing all the realest ish/
Straight from my phone, brought to you by
Corporate sponsorship/ not believing anything’s true like
“I checked it out on Snopes, they said it wasn’t legit” /
But now its like the only thing that ain’t is the life I live/

(Hook) (X2)

(Verse 2)
Gossip at the locker
Turn Gawker as your sponsor/
Turn doctors into monsters/
Turn pop stars into Chaucer/
Turn propers into lost girls/
Turn ya words into shoppers/
Who bought the futures of young,
While their concerts keep them comfort/
See, whispers kept by covenant/
Were suppose to keep you from the heat like an oven mitt/
But now you’re in love with it/
Being an informant/ Being in the know/
Cause being you is boring/ being you is a show/
Sharing words like torrents/ keeping you on the go/
You in deep sea weed see/ Swimming not even close/
Where the shore is/ you losing the trust of a rope/
You human thesaurus/ using your words as quotes/
You can’t ignore it/ gossip is dangerous,
Cause there ain’t no refutation/ for a lost reputation/
Think of your whispers, like feathers in a pillow/
Someone takes it outside, cuts it open outside of the window/
Feather descending on clotheslines and the streets/
And you try to get ‘em back, try so hard to retrieve/
But the fact is, you know you never go catch’em all/
This ain’t Pokemon, cause how they dispatched in the fall/
And some of these feathers, others have collected/
And they using them as pens for their recollections/
So your stories, become their stories/
And you know your boy go meet a world of pain, Cory/
Cause you were trusted, priest side confession booth/
Now the truth wanders lost, its destitute/
You became the columnist as the expense of the confidant/
Please be cautious with your lips like when the coffee hot/

Please be cautious with your lips like when the coffee hot/