Scrollin' Past His Life

[Verse 1]
He’s in his bed at 2 a.m.
Blue glow burnin’ in his eyes
Thumb work harder than his heart
Another night he lets it slide
Scrollin’ past your rented life
Filters thick as winter fog
He don’t see the hurt behind it
Just a body, not the cost
He talk big about his plans
“Soon as I blow, I’m outta here”
But he feedin’ every habit
Starvin’ all his better years
[Chorus]
It’s sad he doom scrolls your page like a Bible
Prayin’ to a body, not survivals
He could be a real one, clock in, stay solid
Chasin’ somethin’ honest, not a comment or a wallet
Why you let ‘em own you one swipe at a time?
You ain’t gotta post your naked body to shine
You could be a real one, real one, real one
Not ruin your life just to feel like you won (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You say “this my only choice”
But I hear someone else’s voice
World keep tellin’ you you’re worth
What they pay to watch you hurt
Screen shot, screen record, they laugh
Your name trapped in a group chat
They get bored, they move on fast
You stay stuck with all the past
I know rent due, bills stack tall
Know that panic when they call
But you more than what they see
You ain’t gotta sell it all
[Chorus]
It’s sad he doom scrolls your page like a Bible
Prayin’ to a body, not survivals
He could be a real one, clock in, stay solid
Chasin’ somethin’ honest, not a comment or a wallet
Why you let ‘em own you one swipe at a time?
You ain’t gotta post your naked body to shine
You could be a real one, real one, real one
Not ruin your life just to feel like you won (oh)
[Bridge]
Log out, breathe in
You ain’t what they’re screenin’
Clock in, clock out
Find a life with meanin’
They just tap, they don’t care
Who you are when you’re bare
But there’s work, there’s a way
That don’t throw your soul away
[Chorus]
It’s sad he doom scrolls your page like a Bible
Prayin’ to a body, not survivals
He could be a real one, you could be a real one
Buildin’ somethin’ quiet, but it lasts when it’s done
Why you let ‘em own you one swipe at a time?
You ain’t gotta post your naked body to shine
You could be a real one, real one, real one
Not ruin your life just to feel like you won (yeah)

rap, Moody boom-bap with dusty vinyl crackle and deep, swung drums; male vocals in a tight, conversational pocket. Sparse, melancholy piano and subtle bass under the verses; hook widens with layered doubles and a distant, ghostly harmony. Final chorus pulls the energy up slightly with extra percussion and ad-libs, then drops to a bare vocal outro., sad