[Verse 1]

Air Head wrappers on my floor, I need more...

Air head rappers on my screen, I ignore

I’m an oar, sifting through the content river

Twitter, I’ll go with your current

Tumblr, you quiet your triggers, it’s a chore trying not to offend

You’re shot the sec you log in

I’m only on here for her, ‘cause when I stalk, I’m all-in

I hashtag this #NotAllMen

I’m being cheeky, tongue-in

I swear to you, I’m harmless, you make me smile, therefore, I harvest all your photos

I don’t see the harm in that

I do see the creepy in it, but don’t be alarmed, in fact, I'll have you know I do not fap to people I know

Although, that doesn't make the act any less evil, I know

Gross, but-

[Hook]

(Do you not ever?)

Don’t lie... don't lie... don't lie...

(But do you not ever?)

Don't lie... don't lie... don't lie...

[Verse 2]

I've lost control of my life; I must be Stu with no wife

I toy with ideas, then put them online, get no likes

If sound falls on a timeline... and no one finds time to listen, is it even in existence?

I've written stupid things for pretty girls on track teams

I've stared at mirrors, trying to figure out what “black” means

I've been in lockers, ambulances, the section for men's pants in Target, restroom stalls in suburban supermarkets

Barking emo song demos at my cell phone's memo

And some poor soul is alone yelling “Ditto!”

Somewhere in my head, Daniel Bryan screams N-O

The Yes Movement got replaced by the stress movement

What am I doing? Drake said I’m doing me; I can’t remember what that is

It usually doesn’t rain this hard when I brainstorm

Pardon me; I don’t think I wanna say more...