Mr. Insta (feat. Chika)

Mr. Insta, why you got my business on display?
Facebook out here tryna ruin my day
Mr. Insta, can you please help me
I need to delete my page
Where's the delete button?

If I'm being honest
I don't want no problem
If I were an island
You would be my only option
Lookin' for 'em

But instead I'm chillin' in my bed
With a million one thoughts runnin' through my head
And a million words running through my fingers
Caught up in the rapture
Anita Baker after

Everybody commentin'
Posting 'bout it
DM poppin' I don't even know what got 'em
IG or my twitter
Facebook fuckin' with her
Notifications got me
Lookin' in the mirror like

Mr. Insta, why you got my business on display?
Facebook out here tryna ruin my day
Mr. Insta, can you please help me
I need to delete my page
Where's the delete button?

Mr. Insta, why you got my business on display?
Facebook out here tryna ruin my day
Mr. Insta, can you please help me
I need to delete my page
Twitter fingers always got some shit to say

Mr. Insta
Fucking with my algorithm (random mention)
I didn't really like that picture
Got a thousand likes
Coulda got a thousand more
Used the selfie stick and everything
Even had a filter change
(What a waste of time)
What's the bottom line

When you know that half this shit it out of line
Postin' selfies
Tryna get some likes
Get 100K and think you verified (pause)
Lose 100K and wanna end ya life

If you gotta blue check
Then you know I'm checking for you
I know, I know all you do (true)

So as long as I post
I know I'm doing the most
I mean, I'm doing my best
Don't forget to comment

Man if ain't nobody checkin' for you
And you should see that as a luxury
My DMs full of business and people sending they plugs to me
They think I'm 'bout to sign 'em like executive
Correlating talent with the thorough kind of head they give
I'm good, love

A milli' followers can't tell you what you should love
Insta hustlin' can feel just like a good drug
But them addictions is deadly, it's like a twisted up medley
Invalidatin' and hatin', we gettin' cooked up
Swear I never needed to be cast on the daily
Would I trade the clout for the peace of mind? Nigga, maybe
But who am I to downplay the privilege of the platform?
I get to be myself and at the end, somebody pay me

It's a blessin' so I try to limit stressin'
Take all the silver linings of the clouds and simple lessons
Remembering my worth is in the love that I put out
And not determined by a button that I hope somebody pressin'

Mr. Insta, why you got my business on display?
Facebook out here tryna ruin my day
Mr. Insta, can you please help me
I need to delete my page

Mr. Insta, why you got my business on display?
Facebook out here tryna ruin my day
Mr. Insta, can you please help me
I need to delete my page
Twitter fingers always got some shit to say

Around this time
Right about now
A need, a search, a want, a hunger
A thirst
A reliance only on self
For assurance

What is that like?
How does that be?
How do you not know
What it is to be fly?
To feel good without someone telling you
How do you know?



Credits
Writer(s): Tarriona Michelle Ball, Albert Charbonneau Allenback, Norman Spence Ii, Michael Neil, Jane Chika Oranika
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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