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I am so sick of social media It's a shame All you guys do is talk So guess what I'm going ghost Going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost Going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost Don't hit me when I'm working that's an inconvenient time Forgive me how I'm smirking it's cause I'm on demon time Like is he just a dork or is there reason he's confined I'm busy cause I'm lurking Disagreement on my mind I used to be a boss but then I left that life behind I had to take a loss, but that was all by my design Now my treehouse got thе sauce And yes, that sauce is so divinе They see that she got gloss And yes that gloss is underlined And she got what it takes I chop every block till the cops awake I stopped on the block cause you guys are fakes I got them so shocked that they got the aches CONCENTRATE I don't understand Why they even try when they know I am going to CONFISCATE It's like I'm in the sky somewhere really high Somewhere where it's dry looking down While I contemplate it My flow sounds so complicated You cannot accommodate it SpongeBob should be nominated Or I should be compensated Look at how I dominate it You cannot approximate it Everybody stop the hating I can't even tolerate it Yaa, I'm going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost Yaa, I'm going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost You are not my friend, so please do not act like you know me brah I might just pack my bags and take a trip to Ethiopia No Apple. No Droid Police cannot hack my NOKIA So low-key on the web like I got arachnophobia Ge- Geez SpongeBob You know that you are my homie But I'm worried for your health Because your belt is looking boney brah But you may be right This social life is so phony brah I might just bite this flow And then just go to Macedonia I'm at home on the carpet I don't answer the phone Unless I know it's Mama Margaret They wanna get to know me But this homie's off the market And they want to track me Like my back has got a target Why do you think your phone has its own GPS? These kids think they're grown 'cause they're shown so much press The research shows a long term Wrong turn of stress I'd rather be alone and just zone out this mess Let my bones have a rest Yaa, I'm going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost Yaa, I'm going ghost No more social media posts No more social media hosts I'm going ghost This is Life After The Show And I'm trying to tell everybody You don't need to be on your phone all day It's actually kind of annoying Can't even have a conversation with people SpongeBob Yaa I'm ready
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