Paper Trails

[Intro: Bernz] These social networks are really not that social Uh-huh [Verse 1: Wrekonize] Log on login, build yourself a colony To fall on fall in, welcome to the grid I'm an 80's baby so it was seldom as kid That we could welcome all who live who into my family room like this With a concept that something so intangible could object And have a teenage girl hanging herself from lack of prospect They call them your friends I call 'em connections Cause once the cables cut their no longer there for protection At times the web can counter your conception Break your spirit down and have you losing your direction Wander through the wire flying high over the cuckoo's nest And try to dodge the squatters who be comment bombing you to death Does that seem like what friends would really do? Back stabbing slash a massive bashing on your breathing tube Hide behind a firewall and firebomb your demon's fuse Leaving only paper trails which burn up in the ether pool Here's what you need to do [Hook: Wrekonize] If you're losing friends, don't let that bother you Cause it's hard to tell the friends from followers It's real, it's ill, it's a long paper trail [Verse 2: Bernz] Earn a friend, lose a friend, buy a friend's vote Cellophane sentiments watch the seed go Maybe I'm the bad one, maybe I just don't know But when I cop a stash my list of buddies will grow 10 fold So I try not to step on toes Cause really the circle shrinks, the larger my circle grows I hit up the botanica for momma's favorite wish list And tell her to make a potion that'll turn reality to fiction These fuckers think it's for the fame But really it's for reasons that I can't easily explain Losing more than I gain when I pander to what they say They ain't a part of my clique just cause they a click away, nah They rely on a book of faces But only get some love in fragments and small traces Too busy on our own while bitches will paper chase us Steady looking for cheese like rodents inside of cages [Hook] [Verse 3: Wrekonize] Hey! I'll settle for 20 friends or the below How many of 'em are actually up for the roughest of roughest He will never know The circle of bodily changes, it's personal modification No modesty and it's amazing, the hazing is strange and It grows, in the city we know to be home I get so busy that as I get old, I feel the drone get above my zone It's been a minute and this is a dividend of a significant trend it's ridiculous And I'm oblivious but I been lifting up on this curtain for so long Wrong, this book of the faces strong So shook and evasive, I'm getting the feeling we're never alone I'm walking around and stomping the ground The Popular sounds a bottle of nouns You talk up the town and your momma is proud Cause "Ooh, you got some followers now!" Wow, I lose friends like it's a sickness They bend like it's for fitness, but Ben is never the witness Get this kiddie so dizzy he's ready to gimme His every penny and beg for the ending And now for so long they been getting us on With a method that they actually want us to call... friendly [Hook] [Outro: Wrekonize] Come one, come all Come down, log on Come one, come all Come one, come all Come down, log on Come one, come all Come down, log on Log on