Frak, Watsky - Small Talk lyrics

Something happened ya, tweet that shit
Self-gratify ya, eat that shit
Snap that shit, and keep that pic
And check that she seen it in recent clicks
For the fact that I’m fiending
I bleed that shit
Cuz I lack self-esteem and I need that shit
So I only write what I
Think they’ll like online
As I hide behind the screen’s black tint
Don’t read that shit, just like that shit
Don’t think for yourself
Just swipe that shit
Swipe left that shit, swipe right that shit
Filter that shit, lo-fi that shit
Praise celebrities, glorify that shit
With a microchip in your iphone 6
Fuck Justin Bieber, fuck Michael Vick
Work a 9 to 5 then slice your wrist
You’ve never seen a cyborg quite like me
Put my lifestyle up on that hifi-stream
Hook my lifeline up to that wifi screen
Then charge me up or I might not breathe:
Badaboom badabing
Take a pulse of my veins through a USB
Put my life on the web through a new XP
Till I’m losing my self like who is he?
All in my screen
Telling me all the shit I’m supposed to be

Member Member when we used to spark?
The tender embers
Late night in Dolores park?
But now the technorati sharks come feed
Up on the carcus of
The city which was once the
Titty that we fed upon
They're gone before it's dark
Deep in the grass
They view us in their Google Glass
My past is passing faster than
N judah on the track
I'm no Naruto on the track
Not known as Budah with the backpack
Still that goofy carpet bag or
Rocking Fubu to his class
But past our mad infatuation
Frisco is no granite statute
Atchoo, bless you
Yes you better have a pass before it met you
Past Crayola days
When colors came in happy packs
When the Sunset was still Irish
When the Panhandle was black
Before yuppies were accumulating in the
Foggy cracks of San
Fran like a layer of fine artesian plaque
Before the crackheads scudded lower
Market, puddled piss
Where we marched for Iraq
These wheels were set in motion
But now it's me and Frak making

Small talkers, identify the mold
With the texture of a techy
Trying to gentrify your home
They wrecking ball the old
Then mechanize the soul
If you’re looking for them this is
How you recognize em’ though
Fedora and some billabong
Granola that’s vanilla
Almond, frozen yogurt gin n tonic
Trying to get their frizbee on
At cafés with cigarettes, getting fake
Shit off their chest
Well I guess it’s making sense why
They call the valley silicon
Like what else is new? Looking over
Their hood from the bedroom view
Watching this melting pot melt
Into homogenous Elmer’s glue
No radio rap, only MF doom
No staying in the trap, I need elbow room
Always giving their opinion like
They think it’s hella
Different like life is an endless yelp review
I feel some type of way, I’m tired of life
As a biker lane, their chai lattes and IPAs
Ironic eye-frames and license plates
Immersed in a hipster renaissance
They’re turning this city to Megabots
Got me talking to a stove like I’m fetty wap
While they’re knocking down homes
Like lego blocks
X marks the spot where the treasure’s hot
Where the culture breathes like a netty pot
Till it’s credit or debit
Or vacate the premise
Before the rent swells like a tetanus shot
Instagram burritos and the murals
By the station while kicking out the very
Individuals who make them
Idealize the culture with a
Swipe and a vacation
When I graduate will I become the
Man that I am blaming?
Its just capitalism, well that’s masterminded
By caste systems castrated and classified
Watch the whiteness congeal
That’s flash pasteurized
Your community’s changing
Watch it flash past your eyes