[Pre Chorus]:

Love songs, heart shots

Shiloh, screenshots

Aphmau, voice chats

Typos, no caps

Biggest fan, name tags

Sign here, notepads

Brain rot, nonstop

Same stuff, reruns

[Chorus]:

That’s how far they take it now (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (whoa)

Every time they talk, it’s another breakdown (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (woo)

That’s how far they take it now

Love songs, fan signs, we ain’t on the same route (yeah)

(Verse 1):

Yo, Ali got a mission, got a vision, got a plan in his mind

Every time Shiloh pops up, man, he’s losin’ track of the time

Scrollin’ through thе videos, rewinds evеry scene he can find

Got everybody askin’ how he crossed that obsessive line

Made a heart out of pictures, spent forever gettin’ it right

Put “Ali + Shiloh” in the middle like it’s love at first sight

When I saw it, I was thinkin’, “Man, this cannot be real”

Bro turned a YouTube crush into a whole movie reel

Every post, every clip, every update, he’s there

Like he got notifications set and checks ’em everywhere

Got a playlist full of Spanish love songs ready to go

Every edit got guitars and emotions turned up in the flow

Got the romance music blastin’ through the speakers again

Everybody knows what’s comin’ when he reaches the end

Another slideshow, another slow-mo, another heart on the screen

At this point it’s basically his daily routine

He be actin’ like a poet with a rose in his hand

Meanwhile everybody watchin’ tryna understand the plan

Bro got dedication, I can’t even lie about that

But the level that he took it to is wild as a fact

If commitment was a contest, he’d be winnin’ by miles

Put together whole creations just to make himself smile

Every conversation somehow circles back to her name

Five minutes later somehow we’re discussin’ it again

He got edits on edits, got collections of clips

Probably knows every episode and every little bit

Got enough material saved to fill a library shelf

Sometimes I think the algorithm knows him by itself

And the funny thing is, he don’t even try to hide it

Says it with his chest every time somebody implies it

You know, if persistence had a mascot, he’d probably fit the role

’Cause this guy legit made a digital heart collage and committed to the goal

[Pre Chorus]:

Love songs, heart shots

Shiloh, screenshots

Aphmau, voice chats

Typos, no caps

Biggest fan, name tags

Sign here, notepads

Brain rot, nonstop

Same stuff, reruns

[Chorus]:

That’s how far they take it now (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (whoa)

Every time they talk, it’s another breakdown (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (yeah)

That’s how far they take it now (woo)

That’s how far they take it now

Love songs, fan signs, we ain’t on the same route (yeah)

(Verse 2):

Yeah, Sophia spam-callin’, no warnin’, mid-day, I’m yawnin’, you stormin’ the phone like a raid

No “are you busy?”—just ringin’ repeatedly, really, you treat it like summon, I gotta obey?

Randomly quotin’ Aphmau in chats, then you caption it “reference,” like we didn’t catch what you say

“NO TOUCHING DA CHILD!” in caps, then you add “Aphmau reference,” I’m baffled, like… okay??

Typin’ so fast but your grammar be crashin’, the letters be scatterin’ all in a maze

Missin’ the commas and periods, seriously, readin’ your texts is a puzzlin’ phase

I gotta decode it, reload it, then slow it, like subtitles laggin’ a second away

Autocorrect cryin’, it tried to assist but it died in the process, it couldn’t be saved

You call me again while I’m chillin’, no warning, you pop up like jump-scare energy

I’m lookin’ at screen like “what now?” but I answer ‘cause silence just isn’t a remedy

Maybe do a little text before you decide to call me, because I might be doing something like talking to someone that's part of my family

(Verse 3):

Ayy—Raiden rollin’ up, “biggest fan,” say it again, man, you stuck in a loop

I’m just recordin’ in rooms with a mic, not a celeb, I ain’t front-page news

You hype it to heights that I’m nowhere near, that narrative’s weird, I’m refusin’ the view

I post a vid and you act like it dropped and the whole world just suddenly knew

“I’m your big fan!”—yeah, you said it like ten times already this week

I hear it again and again and again, it’s echoing heavy, it’s deadin’ the speech

Support is cool but you pushin’ it past it, it’s crashin’ the vibe every time that we meet

I’m tryin’ to keep it low-key in the hall, you makin’ it loud, now it’s drawin’ a scene

Signature? Bro, what you even mean? I’m signin’ a page like I’m signin’ a deal?

I’m standin’ in school with a backpack on, you act like I’m chasin’ a massive appeal

I get that you watch but the way that you show it is makin’ it awkward and hard to feel real

I’m not in arenas, no cameras around me, just edits and uploads I barely reveal

Funny how legends got moments like Mariah Carey would literally fly out to Detroit just to see Eminem

That’s real obsession, but me? I’m just chillin’, no mansion, no myth, no elite

Yet you treat me like I’m on that level already, like I’m somewhere I haven’t even reached

You pick up the vibe and you amplify it, but you overextend what you see

I’m not in a spotlight, you treat me like one, that’s the part that I’m not gonna hype

Ayy—switch it, pivot the rhythm, I’m givin’ a little more venom but keepin’ it tame

I’m not tryna flame you, I’m sayin’ it plain, just dial it down, don’t be makin’ it strange

You say that you’re “biggest fan,” cool, but you brand it like that is your name

Every encounter the same introduction, it’s loopin’ again like a glitch in a game

I’m just a creator in process, I’m progressin’, learnin’, I’m buildin’ it slow

You treat it like platinum, like I got a plaque and I’m stackin’ accomplishments, bro

I’m still at the bottom, I’m honest, I promise, I’m not who you makin’ me show

So why you keep pushin’ this image like suddenly I’m on a level I’m not even close?

Hallway to class and you blockin’ my path with a paper and pen like “sign it right here”

I laugh it off lightly but honestly, internally, that’s where it’s startin’ to veer

From funny to awkward, from chill to uncomfortable, that’s what it’s turnin’ to, clear

I’m not tryna be rude, just givin’ you truth so we don’t keep repeatin’ this weird

So tone it down, bring it back to the ground, let it settle, no need to inflate

I’m just me—keep it real when you see me, and everything’ll be straight