Paper Trails - Wrekonize, Bernz

These social networks are really not that social

Uh-huh

Log on login, build yourself a colony

To fall on fall in, welcome to the grid

I’m an 80's baby so it was seldom as kid

That we could welcome all who live who into my family room like this

With a concept that something so intangible could object

And have a teenage girl hanging herself from lack of prospect

They call them your friends I call 'em connections

Cause once the cables cut they’re no longer there for protection

At times the web can counter your conception

Break your spirit down and have you losing your direction

Wander through the wire flying high over the cuckoo’s nest

And try to dodge the squatters who be comment bombing you to death

Does that seem like what friends would really do?

Back stabbing slash a massive bashing on your breathing tube

Hide behind a firewall and firebomb your demon’s fuse

Leaving only paper trails which burn up in the ether pool

Here’s what you need to do

If you’re losing friends, don’t let that bother you

Cause it’s hard to tell the friends from followers

It’s real, it’s ill, it’s a long paper trail

Earn a friend, lose a friend, buy a friend’s vote

Cellophane sentiments watch the seed go

Maybe I’m the bad one, maybe I just don’t know

But when I cop a stash my list of buddies will grow 10 fold

So I try not to step on toes

Cause really the circle shrinks, the larger my circle grows

I hit up the botanica for momma’s favorite wish list

And tell her to make a potion that’ll turn reality to fiction

These fuckers think it’s for the fame

But really it’s for reasons that I can’t easily explain

Losing more than I gain when I pander to what they say

They ain’t a part of my clique just cause they a click away, nah

They rely on a book of faces

But only get some love in fragments and small traces

Too busy on our own while bitches will paper chase us

Steady looking for cheese like rodents inside of cages

Hey!

I’ll settle for 20 friends or the below

How many of 'em are actually up for the roughest of roughest

He will never know

The circle of bodily changes, it’s personal modification

No modesty and it’s amazing, the hazing is strange and

It grows, in the city we know to be home

I get so busy that as I get old, I feel the drone get above my zone

It’s been a minute and this is a dividend of a significant trend it’s ridiculous

And I’m oblivious but I been lifting up on this curtain for so long

Wrong, this book of the faces strong

So shook and evasive, I’m getting the feeling we’re never alone

I’m walking around and stomping the ground

The Popular sounds a bottle of nouns

You talk up the town and your momma is proud

Cause «Ooh, you got some followers now!»

Wow, I lose friends like it’s a sickness

They bend like it’s for fitness, but Ben is never the witness

Get this kiddie so dizzy he’s ready to gimme

His every penny and beg for the ending

And now for so long they been getting us on

With a method that they actually want us to call… friendly

Come one, come all

Come down, log on

Come one, come all

Come one, come all

Come down, log on

Come one, come all

Come down, log on

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