[Verse 1]
My phone know me better than friends do
Feed know my mood before I even do
Scroll for a hit, brain beggin' for proof
Echoes reply like “we muted you”
Every post feel like throwin’ a bottle
Hope it hits shore but it sinks full-throttle
I'm broke on rent, still flex my motto
“Stay sane, stay kind”—yeah that's hollow
Serotonin low, I keep tappin’ for more
Dopamine drip on a dried-out floor
People scroll past like I'm decor
I speak, they swipe, what I stand for ignored
Tryna talk real, algorithm say nah
Truth get taxed while the fake get spa
Play the fool just to dodge the law
Smile for the feed with a digital jaw
[Chorus 1]
I got the algorithm blues
Nothin' I post gets through
Talk to a void that moves
Like it knows what I can't prove
Scrollin' for signs of life
Same four ads all night
Guess I'm just not the type
The code decides is right (not right)
[Verse 2]
My feed flash raids like midnight news
ICE lights blue on a mother's shoes
Next swipe — smiles, white-picket views
Kids in pools while the sirens bruise
They sip slow while the headlines fade
Caption the sky like it's lemonade
Power dress clean in a polished shade
Sellin’ “freedom” that they’ve already made
They track my eyes, my tone, my scroll
Flag my speech, then call it patrol
Law in the code, control in the role
Fear in the font of the terms they stole
I see two worlds in a single feed (feed)
One takes, one never bleeds (bleeds)
One posts joy they don't need
One fights just to breathe and plead
[Chorus 2]
I got the algorithm blues (oh)
Keep refreshin’ bad news (oh)
Truth get lost in views (no)
While the system choose who's new (oh)
Scrollin' for signs of care (care)
But comfort fills the air (air)
Guess I'm shoutin’ prayers (yeah)
To a screen that doesn't share
[Verse 3]
My feed show Gaza — kids in smoke
Theirs show gossip, inside jokes
I'm watchin' ashes, full-force genocide
They see rehashes of why Brad pushed Jen aside
Stories loop from bombs to brunch
Filters on fire, truth out to lunch
Crowds laugh loud when a comic bombs
Crowds go quiet when the real ones gone
Both called killin', both get on
Just different stages, same applause drawn
Some see Fashionistas, I see fascist leaders
Pose with power while they pass the meters
Anti-vaccines while pro-tests bleed
Tear-gas clouds what the ads won't feed
Same crowd cheer when the market snaps
Mute the wars, but boost the apps
Travel bans while the travel brands post
“Wanderlust” tags from a bombed-out coast
AIPAC hands on the gov they run
Eight-packs flex as the summer come
Weaponized starvation, intermittent fasting
Hashtags spin while the world's collapsing
They sip cold brew while the streets stay blazing
Two different feeds, same app raising
[Chorus 3]
I got the algorithm blues
But I'm done beggin' for views
Keep your filters in queue
I just want the kids to make it through
If love don't sell, I'll post it free
No sponsor, no brand — just me
Let the numbers fall where they be
I don't need reach, I just need peace