Lyrics: Nathan Bankston/John Mason
Music: Nathan Bankston/John Mason
Oh my God good grief
Lost any sort of belief
Self made authenticity
Think I need a relief
Screaming out while I crash out
Oh my god good grief
Not far from tragedy
Fake famous celebrity
Red carpet amphetamines
You think you got it figured out
You think you're so clever
You crack under pressure
Can't be put back together
Pay for likes by the hour
No roots, wilting flowers
Now that youāve been exposed
You post pain like a pain promotion
10,000 likes on an empty notion
Curate the ache while you fake emotion
Screaming out while I crash out
Digital scream, but no ones watching
Play pretend, start your own drama
Click bait, thirst trap but no comments
You think you got it figured out
You think you're so clever
You crack under pressure
Can't be put back together
Pay for likes by the hour
No roots, wilting flowers
Now that youāve been exposed
Screaming out while I crash out
You think you got it figured out
You think you're so clever
You crack under pressure
Can't be put back together
Pay for likes by the hour
No roots, wilting flowers
Now that youāve been exposed