Call it intuition, but I'm about to change the world, it’s been my only mission
I built my shit on Instagram, it may appear to glisten
But I knew then it all would fade, I had it made
And I’d eventually get them to listen
I been existing in a world I made my own, but the internet it temporary
Now I crave a home

What a journey I been on, word to my feet
Word to my heart, word to my past
Word to my sheets that caught all these runaway tears
My makeup leaving streaks
And my pillows look like pages, dry mascara look like ink
For the Js I roll for solitude and ash up in the sink
If I don’t accomplish nothing, I hope this music make you think, yeah

I hope this music make you think, yeah
I hope this music make you think, yeah
I hope this music make you think