Russ a Buss & Danny J - Airplane Mode
I can't handle this. My stamina is famished
Laughing was a standard in my daily interactions
Now I'm stagnant. I won't have it. Phone is like a magnet to the masses on this planet
People go bananas for the gossip, who am I to stop it?
Think I probably need some deeper pockets
Now you lower class if you don't cop it, the newest "i" is now in stock
But I don't think your eyes can see the problem
You just tied the knot by signing on and
Every setting's setting you in slumber, do the numbers
You should wonder who it is that's watching
Whether walking dogs or smoking pot or yawning
Microphone is probably on, but better yet with every like and any post you comment on
It's documented. Target: your online persona that you constantly been working on
Profit, it's not for you
It's used as an anonymous phenomenon for selling you
I'm telling you it's hella wrong
I just, lay low for a day or so
If I, lay low, I can take control
So I, lay low with a somber tone
And I, got my phone on the airplane mode
Aside from being monitored
We constantly bombarded with the need to see the hearts come in for harvest
I'm not, I'm not referring to the organ, it's a little more distorted
I'm speaking of the need to be awarded
The need to feel important, independent like we never need support
While we put another filter on the selfie to be gorgeous
Pump the ego to enormous, checking in and tagging
Bragging bout the massive list of friends that we've been blessed with having
I'd rather have a couple dollars, watching how your pennies got you sweating
Never even met em off the inter-webbing
I be, rising like some dough when I'm in hiding
Find the starving artist, logging off the narcissistic market
Writing; my catharsis, my light within the darkness
Meditate and demonstrate the way to paint the parchment
Taking breaks I started for remaining sane
I stay alone, even set my SMS to silent. It's my favorite tone
I just, lay low for a day or so
If I, lay low, I can take control
So I, lay low with a somber tone
And I, got my phone on the airplane mode
I just, lay low for a day or so
If I, lay low, I can take control
So I, lay low with a somber tone
And I, got my phone on the airplane mode
Written by:
Russell Gardner
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