CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Children Of The Internet
Look
I grew up in a good but a changin' age
My wife and kids - Damon Wayans
When the youth club was everybody’s favourite place
Where if you spoke to a girl then it was face-to-face
Bruh, I seen the heart of the 'hood turn trendy
Kids lose interest
Parks turn empty
Social media's got us all less friendly
Now, can’t you see the irony?
She's got game when she types to me but nothing in person, that ain't the type for me
Asking "Can we go for dinner yet?" in the flesh
No convеrsation, no intellect
The future generation of the children of the internet
Look
It's all change an' I'm seeing it now
You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Puttin' pictures in a frame, a memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their memories in the cloud
We finally found a voice and we ain't speaking as loud
People only wanna listen to the sheep and the crowd
An’ any other statement gets you cancelled by an activist that’s never helped the cause that they're tweeting about
Do you blame public figures and personalities, for giving the li’l kids a warped views of reality?
Or blame all o' the apps that make a killing on finding the sweet spot in your self-hate and vanity?
Could you argue that it's borderline dangerous to take a picture of a girl's face and start changin’ it?
With one quick filter, your nose looks thinner
Your eyes look fuller
Your lips look bigger
Your software's better and your phone knows everything
If anything, it's getting George Orwell-ian
I grew up in a good but a changin' age
My wife and kids - Damon Wayans
When the youth club was everybody’s favourite place
Where if you spoke to a girl then it was face-to-face
Bruh, I seen the heart of the 'hood turn trendy
Kids lose interest
Parks turn empty
Social media's got us all less friendly
Now, can’t you see the irony?
She's got game when she types to me but nothing in person, that ain't the type for me
Asking "Can we go for dinner yet?" in the flesh
No convеrsation, no intellect
The future generation of the children of the internet
Look
It's all change an' I'm seeing it now
You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Puttin' pictures in a frame, a memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their memories in the cloud
We finally found a voice and we ain't speaking as loud
People only wanna listen to the sheep and the crowd
An’ any other statement gets you cancelled by an activist that’s never helped the cause that they're tweeting about
Do you blame public figures and personalities, for giving the li’l kids a warped views of reality?
Or blame all o' the apps that make a killing on finding the sweet spot in your self-hate and vanity?
Could you argue that it's borderline dangerous to take a picture of a girl's face and start changin’ it?
With one quick filter, your nose looks thinner
Your eyes look fuller
Your lips look bigger
Your software's better and your phone knows everything
If anything, it's getting George Orwell-ian
