Pixel Lottery (feat. Green With Envy)
Move to the beat on the floor, repeat
Been hip to the game for sure, indeed
Hands in the air, hit the door while it's there
Then we stomp some more, repeat
Groove to the feel in the room, it's sweet
Dance till you can't stand up, it's free
Stay stimulated cause still's overrated
Entranced when I hear the tune, repeat
In chains I'm a slave to a screen I don't doubt it
And all that I know is dopamine what about it
Everything in place make a scene just right
And I can hardly focus on a thing if it ain't bright
As the sun says it's last goodbyes
And disappears beyond the horizon
Leaving streaks of orange and purple
Cascading through the thickets of trees on distant mountains
Our protagonists make their way up the steps to the garden
Where they can leave their worries and hardships of the human world behind
Bottles hit the floor
I'm looking at her like I've seen this place before
Baby I'm tripping on this screen I think I need more
More sociability
And maybe we'd explore the possibility
That you could be my person if you just put down the phone
I know this party sucks that's why I won't leave you alone
Got a glimmer in your eye and a tear in your shirt
So let me conjure up a question let me ask you this first
Do you believe in love?
For if familiarity breeds contempt
Then how long do we have?
Before the colourful conversations and soulful connection
Fade away into nothingness
It's funny
Love reminds me a lot of the internet
We pick and choose what we want to see, and then get bored
And just move on searching for the next thing
To fill the void that exists in us all
It's bottomless it doesn't stop
Is death the only sweet release in this life?
I don't know
In chains I'm a slave to a screen I don't doubt it
And all that I know is dopamine what about it
Everything in place make it seem just right
And I can hardly focus on a thing if it ain't bright
These flashing lights have me mesmerized
And I can't decide if I'm hypnotized
The gap is small between truth and lies
Indoctrinated by these moving lines
Been hip to the game for sure, indeed
Hands in the air, hit the door while it's there
Then we stomp some more, repeat
Groove to the feel in the room, it's sweet
Dance till you can't stand up, it's free
Stay stimulated cause still's overrated
Entranced when I hear the tune, repeat
In chains I'm a slave to a screen I don't doubt it
And all that I know is dopamine what about it
Everything in place make a scene just right
And I can hardly focus on a thing if it ain't bright
As the sun says it's last goodbyes
And disappears beyond the horizon
Leaving streaks of orange and purple
Cascading through the thickets of trees on distant mountains
Our protagonists make their way up the steps to the garden
Where they can leave their worries and hardships of the human world behind
Bottles hit the floor
I'm looking at her like I've seen this place before
Baby I'm tripping on this screen I think I need more
More sociability
And maybe we'd explore the possibility
That you could be my person if you just put down the phone
I know this party sucks that's why I won't leave you alone
Got a glimmer in your eye and a tear in your shirt
So let me conjure up a question let me ask you this first
Do you believe in love?
For if familiarity breeds contempt
Then how long do we have?
Before the colourful conversations and soulful connection
Fade away into nothingness
It's funny
Love reminds me a lot of the internet
We pick and choose what we want to see, and then get bored
And just move on searching for the next thing
To fill the void that exists in us all
It's bottomless it doesn't stop
Is death the only sweet release in this life?
I don't know
In chains I'm a slave to a screen I don't doubt it
And all that I know is dopamine what about it
Everything in place make it seem just right
And I can hardly focus on a thing if it ain't bright
These flashing lights have me mesmerized
And I can't decide if I'm hypnotized
The gap is small between truth and lies
Indoctrinated by these moving lines
Credits
Writer(s): Micah-ray Reynolds
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