

Prompt / Lyrics
[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)
Tags
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
3:10
No
3/14/2026