(Verse 1)
Yo, Kenneth, my dude, what’s the deal?
You’re out here flexin’, but do you keep it real?
Gooning all night, lost in your screen,
Trading love for pixels, ain’t nothing serene.
Clickin’ through profiles, lookin’ for a mate,
But all those late-night chats? Man, that's second-rate.
You think you’re a player in the digital game,
But in reality, dude, it’s a shameful frame.
(Chorus)
You love the groomed