[Verse 1]

Something happened ya, tweet that shit

Self-gratify ya, eat that shit

Snap that shit, and keep that pic

And check that she seen it in recent clicks

For the fact that I’m fiending I bleed that shit

Cuz I lack self-esteem and I need that shit

So I only write what I think they’ll like online as I hide behind the screen’s black tint

Don’t read that shit, just like that shit

Don’t think for yourself, just swipe that shit

Swipe left that shit, swipe right that shit

Filter that shit, lo-fi that shit

Praise celebrities, glorify that shit

With a microchip in your iphone 6

Fuck Justin Bieber, fuck Michael Vick

Work a 9 to 5 then slice your wrist

You’ve never seen a cyborg quite like me

Put my lifestyle up on that hifi-stream

Hook my lifeline up to that wifi screen

Then charge me up or I might not breathe:

Badaboom badabing

Take a pulse of my veins through a USB

Put my life on the web through a new XP

Till I’m losing my self like who is he?

All in my screen, telling me all the shit I’m supposed to be (x4)

[Verse 2 - Watsky]

Member Member when we used to spark?

The tender embers, late night in Dolores park?

But now the technorati sharks come feed up on the carcus of the city which was once the titty that we fed upon, they're gone before its dark

Deep in the grass, they view us in their Google Glass

My past is passing faster than N judah on the track

I'm no Naruto on the track, not known as Budah with the backpack

Still that goofy carpet bag or rocking Fubu to his class

But past our mad infatuation, Frisco is no granite statute

Atchoo, bless you, yes you better have a pass before it met you

Past Crayola days, when colors came in happy packs

When the Sunset was still Irish, when the Panhandle was black

Before yuppies were accumulating in the foggy cracks of San Fran like a layer of fine artesian plaque

Before the crackheads scudded lower Market, puddled piss, where we marched for Iraq

These wheels were set in motion, but now it's me and Frak making..

[Verse 3 - Frak]

Small talkers, identify the mold

With the texture of a techy trying to gentrify your home

They wrecking-ball the old then mechanize the soul

If you’re looking for them this is how you recognize em’ though

Fedora and some billabong, granola that’s vanilla almond, frozen yogurt gin n tonic, trying to get their frizbee on

At cafés with cigarettes, getting fake shit off their chest, well I guess it’s making sense why they call the valley silicon

Like what else is new? Looking over their hood from the bedroom view

Watching this melting pot melt into homogenous Elmer’s glue

No radio rap, only MF doom

No staying in the trap, I need elbow room

Always giving their opinion like they think it’s hella different like life is an endless yelp review

I feel some type of way, I’m tired of life as a biker lane, their chai lattes and IPAs, ironic eye-frames and license plates

Immersed in a hipster renaissance

They’re turning this city to Megabots

Got me talking to a stove like I’m fetty wap

While they’re knocking down homes like lego blocks

X marks the spot where the treasure’s hot

Where the culture breathes like a netty pot

Till it’s credit or debit or vacate the premise before the rent swells like a tetanus shot

Instagram burritos and the murals by the station

While kicking out the very individuals who make them

Idealize the culture with a swipe and a vacation

When I graduate will I become the man that I am blaming?

Its just capitalism, well that’s masterminded

By caste systems castrated and classified

Watch the whiteness congeal, that’s flash pasteurized

Your community’s changing, watch it flash past your eyes