[Intro 1]

Should I enjoy my time in re...you know, real life in person right now and then take a picture after, or should I take a picture and send it to a hundred thousand of my followers so we can all enjoy this together?

[Intro 2]

How do we as a culture begin to address boys and girls needs for deeper connection, and not see social networking simply surface wise as the solution?

[Intro 3]

What is kind of that point when we go from being just a regular kid using it, to being someone who kind of has this micro-fame or micro-celebrity?

[Intro 4]

How are they going to turn out when they're forty? How are they going to communicate when they're fifty? Will my followers want a picture of this?

[Verse 1: Omen]

Say my name, Elephant Eyes, perfection is mine

They say I've been killing verses, well I confess to the crime

Since a youngin' I been dreaming about being rich and famous from entertainment

I guess we all have cause nowadays nothing's sacred

It's blatant, you smoke your weed, pop your molly

Probably nothing compared to what i be on with my colleagues

I'm addicted to this drug called attention and I ain't flinching

'Til I catch your interest and I'm mentioned

I'll tell you everything if you're really willing to listen

Even show you my pictures if you just follow my Twitter

Promise you that I'm clever, promise you that I'm deeper

Promise you that I'm better, I promise you I'm a keeper

Socially, I was hoping you'd notice me

I openly show you all of myself

And expose of me, use myself as a tabloid

Trivial details, I share through my Android

Treat me like a star, or at least like a asteroid

[Hook 1: Omen (CJ Hamilton)]

They love me

(Woo nigga) They love me (look at this, look, look, come here, come here)

You see, they love me

(Nigga what that say?)

(A hundred and ten retweets nigga)

Why do they love me? (and most of them bitches boy)

They love me (look, look, she favorited it, mmm well, she bad as hell, follow)

They love me (Boy, mans, check your Twitter nigga)

You see, they love me (Instagram, Facebook)

Why do they love me?

(Nigga I was the first ever to fuck a white bitch off Black Planet, nigga)

[Verse 2: Omen]

Yeah, I need more, I need to be televised, I need to be recognized

My demons get exercised in front of the public, say I'm dumb and repugnant

But that's just rubbish, they love it, tell me what's the discomfort

Jealous because of my budget, tune into my reality

You witness my vanity, my pain and my agony

Emotional travesties are just part of my strategy

Give me ratings, you notice more I'm gaining financially

Now my name is in the papers, got my face up on your blog

Finally I'm famous and they treat me like a star

They thought I'd naturally fail, told me I had no talent

But personality sells, why you worried about skill?

As long as youre talking, you notice me, give me attention

That's all that I wanted, you put me on the screen

What you expect, I'mma flaunt it

I see you judging but you watching me

This is ironic, I'm the shit, no Colonic

Aye

[Hook 2: Omen (CJ Hamilton)]

They love me

(Nigga, look at these likes my nigga)

They love me (look, come here, thirty-seven)

You see, they love me

(In three fucking minutes my nigga, and they all bad)

Why do they love me? (see, I don't, I don't go by their personality)

They love me (you see, that's how you end up smashing 7's, you know what I'm saying, I go strictly off of how they look)

They love me (You understand my nigga? And then I DM them hoes)

You see, they love me (And they come to the crib)

Why do they love me? (And we get a movie on Comcast)

(I need a fucking reality show, my nigga)

[Verse 3: Omen]

Yeah, look how I'm living, really, look how I'm living

Addicted to attention, no need for your intervention

My Instagram be popping, just look at where I be shopping

Look at what I be copping, keep liking, I won't be stopping

In the club standing on your couches, I'm buying bottles for my section

Hoping they announce us, bring out the sparklers, please bring out the sparklers

You see that waitress come to my table, I got them talking, they notice that I'm a baller

Sometimes I sit and wonder about this life that we're pursuing

Are we headed for our ruin, my generation influenced by attention whores

I'm not exempt at all, I'm in the same boat, you see me with my fishing rod

Up on my Macbook, I'm checking through followers and my retweets

Overdosing on this drug, swear it's got me knee-deep

Fighting to be noticed, give me more exposure

Fastfood focus in this microwave culture

[Hook 3: Omen (CJ Hamilton)]

They love me

(My nigga, when I go to the club my nigga)

They love me (they don't even ask me for I.D my nigga)

You see, they love me

(They know me by my username my nigga, you understand?)

Why do they love me?

(They see that blue check, you know what that mean?)

They love me (I'm verified my nigga)

They love me (and they can verify that I'm verified my nigga)

You see, they love me (Okay, no filter nigga, it's just me, no filter )

Why do they love me?

(You understand? I was talking to these niggas the other day....)

[Outro: CJ Hamilton]

I'm about to get my own emoji nigga

And you know why? Cause we #TeamNoSleep

We grind, they sleep nigga

You understand what I'm saying?

If you even see me blink nigga, shoot me nigga, shoot me

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, hey before you get out of here real quick, man

Uh, make sure you follow me back too, I'm uh...

@SwaggedOutSelfieKingNeverSmashedASevenOnlyTurnDownForJesus_BarbiesLoveANiggaLikeMe

Holla at me nigga