It clocks my feed

Knows what I'm tryna see

It gets my whole mood

My whole tea for me

Predicts my next thought

My next late night scroll

Every little thing

It's got my whole soul

Yeah, it gets my brain

My whole mood, no cap

But it can't touch my actual core

That's facts

It's all just code

No real feel, you know

Just screens when I'm feeling so low

Online I'm seen

Like a whole new flex

Offline it's just me

No one to impress

I type out a DM

Then I delete it quick

Wishing this homе woo didn't make me sick

I just wanna feel a hand

A rеal soft touch

Is that really asking for too much?

Yeah, it gets my brain

My whole mood, no cap

But it can't touch my actual core

That's facts

It's all just code

No real feel, you know

Just screens when I'm feeling so low