Hurt my eyes
Corneas fried
Hurt my pride
Bold face lies
Whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
Sees my cries
Look
I'm searching for some inner peace
But I can't seem to find it
All this late night clubbing and social media binging
Got me blinded
I don't even know what makes me happy right now
Cuz yea I'm smiling
But as soon as I get to thinking too much
I find my self back frowning
The inner me I feel is drowning
Tryna reach out but no ones round him
Bout take his last breath
His soul lost cuz no one found him
Just an empty breathing carcass half departed as I'm walking
Like zombie but I'm blending in no sign of my departure
I'm on point but I'm no archer
No direction but but I'm sharper
Then obsidian black volcanic glass thats chipped
But I'm much darker
Like a fist pic magic marker
Blindly searching for the light
No gps to find my purpose
Took three lefts to make a right
I Light the spliff ta take flight
I'm outta mind and outta sight
I'm on my sofa comatose I'm slowly approaching
I can't fight it
Guess I take just one moe hit of instagram for my survival
Just before I loose my vitals
Post a quote from out the Bible
Hope I get likes
Swipe
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Screen on max brightness think my corneas fried
Everybody Fake success hurting my pride
Living my best life I posted but I bold face lied
Nobody really knows what's going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes I'm running outta time
Waking up from out my mini coma weed aroma
I'm alone but I'm no loner till I plug my phone up
Feeling high but I'm still baritone can't carry on
Until that flashing plug is off my screen
And that white apples shown up
Right back in the matrix innovations been amazing
But this technological advancements been our decimation
Look what I'm faced wit
All the lies I've told wit pics my face took
Bottles that my Patnas bought
I post on Instagram or Facebook
Looking for satisfaction from peers
Even though I make more money half niggas on this bitch
But damn these bills
Lost of appreciation for my real life situations
Certifications that I've earned
And my two kids my best creations
What am I doing
I ain't loosing I'm improving
But I can't see past the social media standards
I let envy move in
Tunnel visions now funnel vision
My condition requires weed weed liquor weed pussy
I'm mixing my prescriptions
Lack of conviction indicative of my inhibitions
It's official I'm an anxiety bomb wit half the clip
I feel it slippn I'm trippn I could try ya knock this bitch in
F*ck it I'll grab phone and Facebook live this shit
Hope someone clicks it
What up world
Can yall see me
Hold on let me fix my phone real quick
Aight
Yea
Let me wait for a couple moe of yall to tune in real quick
F*ck it
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Everybody fake success hurting my pride
Nobody really knows whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes im running out of time
I better get some likes im running out of time
F*ck it
Yall dont wanna tune into my live
Ima make sure yall remember me then
KD MHM - Social Media Disorder (feat. Alyx) Lyrics
KD MHM - Social Media Disorder (feat. Alyx) Lyrics
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Hurt my eyes
Corneas fried
Hurt my pride
Bold face lies
Whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
Sees my cries
Look
I'm searching for some inner peace
But I can't seem to find it
All this late night clubbing and social media binging
Got me blinded
I don't even know what makes me happy right now
Cuz yea I'm smiling
But as soon as I get to thinking too much
I find my self back frowning
The inner me I feel is drowning
Tryna reach out but no ones round him
Bout take his last breath
His soul lost cuz no one found him
Just an empty breathing carcass half departed as I'm walking
Like zombie but I'm blending in no sign of my departure
I'm on point but I'm no archer
No direction but but I'm sharper
Then obsidian black volcanic glass thats chipped
But I'm much darker
Like a fist pic magic marker
Blindly searching for the light
No gps to find my purpose
Took three lefts to make a right
I Light the spliff ta take flight
I'm outta mind and outta sight
I'm on my sofa comatose I'm slowly approaching
I can't fight it
Guess I take just one moe hit of instagram for my survival
Just before I loose my vitals
Post a quote from out the Bible
Hope I get likes
Swipe
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Screen on max brightness think my corneas fried
Everybody Fake success hurting my pride
Living my best life I posted but I bold face lied
Nobody really knows what's going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes I'm running outta time
Waking up from out my mini coma weed aroma
I'm alone but I'm no loner till I plug my phone up
Feeling high but I'm still baritone can't carry on
Until that flashing plug is off my screen
And that white apples shown up
Right back in the matrix innovations been amazing
But this technological advancements been our decimation
Look what I'm faced wit
All the lies I've told wit pics my face took
Bottles that my Patnas bought
I post on Instagram or Facebook
Looking for satisfaction from peers
Even though I make more money half niggas on this bitch
But damn these bills
Lost of appreciation for my real life situations
Certifications that I've earned
And my two kids my best creations
What am I doing
I ain't loosing I'm improving
But I can't see past the social media standards
I let envy move in
Tunnel visions now funnel vision
My condition requires weed weed liquor weed pussy
I'm mixing my prescriptions
Lack of conviction indicative of my inhibitions
It's official I'm an anxiety bomb wit half the clip
I feel it slippn I'm trippn I could try ya knock this bitch in
F*ck it I'll grab phone and Facebook live this shit
Hope someone clicks it
What up world
Can yall see me
Hold on let me fix my phone real quick
Aight
Yea
Let me wait for a couple moe of yall to tune in real quick
F*ck it
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Everybody fake success hurting my pride
Nobody really knows whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes im running out of time
I better get some likes im running out of time
F*ck it
Yall dont wanna tune into my live
Ima make sure yall remember me then
Corneas fried
Hurt my pride
Bold face lies
Whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
Sees my cries
Look
I'm searching for some inner peace
But I can't seem to find it
All this late night clubbing and social media binging
Got me blinded
I don't even know what makes me happy right now
Cuz yea I'm smiling
But as soon as I get to thinking too much
I find my self back frowning
The inner me I feel is drowning
Tryna reach out but no ones round him
Bout take his last breath
His soul lost cuz no one found him
Just an empty breathing carcass half departed as I'm walking
Like zombie but I'm blending in no sign of my departure
I'm on point but I'm no archer
No direction but but I'm sharper
Then obsidian black volcanic glass thats chipped
But I'm much darker
Like a fist pic magic marker
Blindly searching for the light
No gps to find my purpose
Took three lefts to make a right
I Light the spliff ta take flight
I'm outta mind and outta sight
I'm on my sofa comatose I'm slowly approaching
I can't fight it
Guess I take just one moe hit of instagram for my survival
Just before I loose my vitals
Post a quote from out the Bible
Hope I get likes
Swipe
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Screen on max brightness think my corneas fried
Everybody Fake success hurting my pride
Living my best life I posted but I bold face lied
Nobody really knows what's going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to get by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes I'm running outta time
Waking up from out my mini coma weed aroma
I'm alone but I'm no loner till I plug my phone up
Feeling high but I'm still baritone can't carry on
Until that flashing plug is off my screen
And that white apples shown up
Right back in the matrix innovations been amazing
But this technological advancements been our decimation
Look what I'm faced wit
All the lies I've told wit pics my face took
Bottles that my Patnas bought
I post on Instagram or Facebook
Looking for satisfaction from peers
Even though I make more money half niggas on this bitch
But damn these bills
Lost of appreciation for my real life situations
Certifications that I've earned
And my two kids my best creations
What am I doing
I ain't loosing I'm improving
But I can't see past the social media standards
I let envy move in
Tunnel visions now funnel vision
My condition requires weed weed liquor weed pussy
I'm mixing my prescriptions
Lack of conviction indicative of my inhibitions
It's official I'm an anxiety bomb wit half the clip
I feel it slippn I'm trippn I could try ya knock this bitch in
F*ck it I'll grab phone and Facebook live this shit
Hope someone clicks it
What up world
Can yall see me
Hold on let me fix my phone real quick
Aight
Yea
Let me wait for a couple moe of yall to tune in real quick
F*ck it
My phone is starting to hurt my eyes
Everybody fake success hurting my pride
Nobody really knows whats going on inside
I post a pic and hope to get some likes to by
I hide behind my phone so no one sees my cries
I better get some likes im running out of time
I better get some likes im running out of time
F*ck it
Yall dont wanna tune into my live
Ima make sure yall remember me then
Writer: Kevin Hume
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid