Image (feat. Stormi Weather)
You be pulling the strings on my heart
Don't wanna be played like a harp
My mind is abstract like art
It keeps me from falling apart
Art like Picasso
My body is hollow
It's hard to walk straight when I'm trying to follow
Too much to keep up with
Can't focus on nothin
Too caught up on something
Two way mirrors like Instagram pictures
Reflecting my limits
And watching my digits
Life is a hell of a game and we playin' it
Russian roulette might just send you back home again
Who is your audience
Focused on compliments
Flexing accomplishments
Sipping on cockiness
Tied in a twister
Lying on twitter
Update your status and swipe right on tinder
The grass lookin greener
Cuz you didn't meet her
Who is she really
You've just seen her picture
These images so limited
Givin' us these privileges
Don't know who you are
Cuz your image isn't really it
Counterfeit
Just like the bills you be playing with
Count it up
Count it out
Views move fast
Like Flash
Better turn around
TikTok on the clock
Influential sweat shop
Scrolling non-stop
Rat-a-tat-tat
Social pack rat
Look at this but look at that-that
What's your image
I'm tryna paint my life
Like a picture
Picture perfect
Too good to be true
Too bright to be blue
Every piece seems so put together
Blinded by fame
Oh what a shame
Gonna get humbled
Let's live in the jungle
I'd rather be free than be stuck in a bubble
Self-Isolation
Over fabrication
It feels like I'm racing
I got a replacement
Look to left yeah
Look to my right
Are my lil homies gon' stick by my side
Internet buddies
I checked the reply
Don't wait till I'm poppin
When you try to slide
Walkin' and talkin' and mockin' that
All on the socials like lickety split
Catch up on all of the
Things that I missed
Things that I missed
Buried in waves
Feels so electric
Call it so global
On worldwide commit
Commit to God
And handle my biz
I wouldn't be hurt if
I learned to forget
What's your image
I'm tryna paint my life
Like a picture
Picture perfect
Too good to be true
Too bright to be blue
Every piece seems so put together
Blinded by fame
Oh what a shame
Don't wanna be played like a harp
My mind is abstract like art
It keeps me from falling apart
Art like Picasso
My body is hollow
It's hard to walk straight when I'm trying to follow
Too much to keep up with
Can't focus on nothin
Too caught up on something
Two way mirrors like Instagram pictures
Reflecting my limits
And watching my digits
Life is a hell of a game and we playin' it
Russian roulette might just send you back home again
Who is your audience
Focused on compliments
Flexing accomplishments
Sipping on cockiness
Tied in a twister
Lying on twitter
Update your status and swipe right on tinder
The grass lookin greener
Cuz you didn't meet her
Who is she really
You've just seen her picture
These images so limited
Givin' us these privileges
Don't know who you are
Cuz your image isn't really it
Counterfeit
Just like the bills you be playing with
Count it up
Count it out
Views move fast
Like Flash
Better turn around
TikTok on the clock
Influential sweat shop
Scrolling non-stop
Rat-a-tat-tat
Social pack rat
Look at this but look at that-that
What's your image
I'm tryna paint my life
Like a picture
Picture perfect
Too good to be true
Too bright to be blue
Every piece seems so put together
Blinded by fame
Oh what a shame
Gonna get humbled
Let's live in the jungle
I'd rather be free than be stuck in a bubble
Self-Isolation
Over fabrication
It feels like I'm racing
I got a replacement
Look to left yeah
Look to my right
Are my lil homies gon' stick by my side
Internet buddies
I checked the reply
Don't wait till I'm poppin
When you try to slide
Walkin' and talkin' and mockin' that
All on the socials like lickety split
Catch up on all of the
Things that I missed
Things that I missed
Buried in waves
Feels so electric
Call it so global
On worldwide commit
Commit to God
And handle my biz
I wouldn't be hurt if
I learned to forget
What's your image
I'm tryna paint my life
Like a picture
Picture perfect
Too good to be true
Too bright to be blue
Every piece seems so put together
Blinded by fame
Oh what a shame
Credits
Writer(s): Kayla Brodhead (deese)
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