[Part 1]

Hi guys, I’m searching for my type

She's about 5 by 5 with nice thighs and wifi

And runs windows 95, I might try to find her online

If I swipe right, then swipe right then swipe right then swipe right

Wanna date my bae but she say to stay patients

Guess her Database runs on a Day to day basis

Feeling like a mac, she was the dominatrix

Had me following the hashtags was Harlem Shaking

She can be my world’s star, but the homies say shes ratchet

With the body of an Email with none of the attachment

Finally got her on my lap and the rest was photographic

Tried browsing through her privates and she fake orgasm

Don’t want a std but she makes it easy

No protection caught a virus called http

Everything I dude she’d instagram it, kiss the camera

Hipster canvas, compressed her files unzipped her pants, like its my jam

But then one day I faced her and said I needed myspace

She said what? No-one uses myspace

Wanted to escape, she had controlling me, provoking me

Changed to complicated, now she’s sliding in and poking me

Tried to break it off but I’m not getting far

Cuz she Memorized my repertoire my Credit and my debit card

Keep seeing remnants of our relations in my way

Scrolling down the street she’s on my billboards and side pages

She was a stalker man I’m feeling like she mapped my life

That’s each level that we pedal that’s street level and satellite

Tried to give a fake address but she knew my favorites

My playlist, the sales I clicked, even when Itake my shits

Even if I want to split the scene she searching through my history

And uses metrics to market to other chicks I see

I don’t think I can take it anymore

Im sorry google baby, found her outside my door singing

Loosen up my Buttons Baby, you can't stop frontin'

Loosen up my Buttons Baby, but now I'm nothin'

[Part 2]

Tightroping this Los Angeles horizon gives a certain vibe

Mango strand twists and dip into the purple skies

Turned to my right, appreciating nature’s musical

Till I’m reminded that pollution made that sunset beautiful

The world is 3d Already, but we block the world with binoculars

The mom whose watching her kid do drama with a microscopical monitor

Poor connection in the fourth dimension, were technological conquerors

No filter, no modular because this moment does not return

I’m on facebook, looking for status and self-esteem

I’m on my Tinder, looking for attachment that’s in a screen

I’m on Instagram, looking for Instant gratification

Man my System failed, cuz now I’m distant sad and displaced

Shopping like a vagabond, this jungle is an amazon

Snapchatted Shangri-la then paypaled Babylon

I switched picks with askaban, then twitpicked the atombomb

Took off orions belt then sent a dick pick to the grand beyond

[Hook]

I’m addicted to the screen, I’m addicted to the screen

It’s a sickening disease, I got evicted from my dreams

Looking at the world through my 3d glasses, looking at the world through my glasses, A 3D world through my 3D glasses