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Should I enjoy my time in re...you know, real life in person right now and then take a picture after, or should I take a picture and send it to a hundred thousand of my followers so we can all enjoy this together? How do we as a culture begin to address boys and girls needs for deeper connection, and not see social networking simply surface wise as the solution? What is kind of that point when we go from being just a regular kid using it, to being someone who kind of has this micro-fame or micro-celebrity? How are they going to turn out when they're forty? How are they going to communicate when they're fifty? Will my followers want a picture of this? Say my name, Elephant Eyes, perfection is mine They say I've been killing verses, well I confess to the crime Since a youngin' I been dreaming about being rich and famous from entertainment I guess we all have cause nowadays nothing's sacred It's blatant, you smoke your weed, pop your molly Probably nothing compared to what i be on with my colleagues I'm addicted to this drug called attention and I ain't flinching 'Til I catch your interest and I'm itching I'll tell you everything if you're really willing to listen Even show you my pictures if you just follow my Twitter Promise you that I'm clever, promise you that I'm deeper Promise you that I'm better, I promise you I'm a keeper Socially, I was hoping you'd notice me I openly show you all of myself And expose of me, use myself as tabloid Trivial details, I share through my Android Treat me like a star, or at least like an asteroid SongtexteThey love me (Woo nigga) They love me (look at this, look, look, come here, come here) You see, they love me (Nigga what that say?) (A hundred and ten retweets nigga) Why do they love me? (and most of them bitches boy) They love me (look, look, she favorited it, mmm well, she bad as hell, follow) They love me (Boy, mans, check your Twitter nigga) You see, they love me (Instagram, Facebook) Why do they love me? (Nigga I was the first ever to fuck a white bitch off Black Planet, nigga) Yeah, I need more, I need to be televised, I need to be recognized My demons hear exercise in front of the public, say I'm dumb and repugnant But it's just rubbish, they love it, tell me what's the discomfort Jealous because of my budget, tune into my reality You witness my vanity, my pain and my agony Emotional travesties are just part of my strategy Give me ratings, you know, there's more I'm gaining financially Now my name is in the papers, got my face up on your blog Finally I'm famous and they treat me like a star They thought I'd naturally fail, told me I had no talent But personality sells, why you worried about skill? Emotional travesties are just part of my strategy Give me ratings, you know, the more I'm gaining financially Now my name is in the papers, got my face up on your blog Finally I'm famous and they treat me like a star They thought I'd naturally fail, told me I had no talent But personality sells, why you worried about skill? As long as I'm talking, you notice me, give me attention That's all that I wanted, you put me on a screen What you expect, I'mma flaunt it I see you judging but you watching me This is ironic, I'm the shit, no Colonic Aye They love me (Nigga, look at these likes my nigga) They love me (look, come here, thirty-seven) You see, they love me (In three fucking days my nigga, and they all bad) Why do they love me? (see, I don't, I don't go by their personality) They love me (you see, that's how you ill's smashed in the 70's, you know what I'm saying, I go strictly off of how they look) They love me (You understand my nigga? And then I DM them hoes) You see, they love me (And they come to the crib) Why do they love me? (And we get a movie on Comcast) (I need a fucking reality show, my nigga) Yeah, look how I'm living, really, look how I'm living Addicted to attention, no need for your intervention My Instagram be popping, just look at where I be shopping Look at what I be copping, keep liking, I won't be stopping In the club standing on your couches, I'm buying bottles for my section Hoping they announce us, bring out the sparklers, please bring out the sparklers Can see that waitress come to my table, I got them talking, they notice that I'm a baller Sometimes I sit and wonder about this life that we're perusing Are we headed for our ruin, my generation influenced by attention whores I'm not exempt at all, I'm in the same boat, you see me with my fishing rod Up on my Macbook, I'm checking through my followers and my retweets Overdosing on this drug, swear it's got me knee-deep Vying to be noticed, give me more exposure Fans food focus in this microwave culture They love me (My nigga, when I go to the club my nigga) They love me (they don't even ask me for I.D my nigga) You see, they love me (They know me by my username my nigga, you understand?) Why do they love me? (They see that blue check, you know what that mean?) They love me (I'm verified my nigga) They love me (and they can verify that I'm verified my nigga) You see, they love me (Okay, no filter nigga, it's just me, no filter ) Why do they love me? (You understand? I was talking to these niggas the other day....) I'm about to get my own emoji nigga And you know why? Cause we #TeamNoSleep We grind, they sleep nigga You understand what I'm saying? If you even see me blink nigga, shoot me nigga, shoot me You know what I'm saying? Hey, hey before you get out of here real quick, man Uh, make sure you follow me back too, I'm uh... @SwaggedOutSelfieKingNeverSmashedASevenOnlyTurnDownForJesus_BarbiesLoveANiggaLikeMe Holla at me nigga Aus Songtexte Mania