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Djentsuno90 - Stream My Soul

Are you ready for the darkest song drop yet? Newly written, and ready to shine a light on the darkest parts of lives forgotten by those living them, here it is. As always, lyrics are original Scroll Tap Scroll Tap Yeah I sold my day for that dopamine drip (uh) Who needs a sky when the screen stay lit Wake up Thumb first Eyes still crusted Blue glow on my face like I just got busted Timeline talkin' revolution I just hit "like" Then I order up comfort ‘cause I’m dead inside Got my ass on the couch like it’s welded there Half a paycheck in the apps I don’t even care Double bacon self-hate Extra cheese on the shame Every bite Every swipe Same mothafuckin’ game Porn tab Netflix Uber Eats bell ringin’ Freedom got a price It was cheap as a subscription I don’t even own my hunger now It shows up in a bag Name printed on the sticker like a fuckin’ dog tag Every little hit say "you deserve it" Every little bit feel picture perfect But my spine locked tight Mind in a cage I call this “chillin’” but it feels like a grave I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (yeah, fuck it) Selling my soul for that couch and a bag of grease (uh, run it) Got a world outside but I’m glued to the screen I could live my life or I could stream my dreams I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (what a deal) Tell myself I’m happy as I fall back asleep Whole world in my pocket I don’t go outside DoorDash driver know my name better than my pride Algorithm in my ear like "I gotchu bro" “People like you also liked giving up control” Click next episode Heart rate mellow Main character glow I’m the background fellow Pause just to jerk off to a stranger’s moan Turn the volume down when I hear my phone Mom call once like "Baby How you been?" I let it ring out while I sink back in To a fake-ass fight and a laugh track chant Rich folks on the screen with their perfect tans Fuck a hobby Fuck a skill Fuck a plan Fuck a book If it ain’t on autoplay I don’t even look My dreams loading… spinning wheel on my willpower Whole life buffered for a binge next hour Every little hit say "you deserve it" Every little bit feel picture perfect But my skin too tight Brain too numb I call this “freedom” but I’m stuck where I come from I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (yeah, run it) Leashed by a password and a plastic seat (so sweet) Got a fire in my chest but I mute that scream Rather press play than chase one dream I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (this the life?) Tell myself I’m happy as I fall back asleep Look I ain’t even tryna preach I’m a hypocrite Talking big shit with the phone on my hip as I spit Door locked Blinds down Room smell like fries Laptop glare hiding all the red in my eyes “Skip intro” on my own damn story Skip gym Skip friends Skip pain Skip glory If it take more than two clicks Miss me I want sex Love Food all quick and crispy Got my dick in my hand and my head in the sand Tissues by the bed Crumbs all in the pan I rewind the same pose like it owe me rent Then I wipe and I’m hollow and my energy spent Whole day gone to a shot and a show My body in park My thumb on go Freedom ain’t chains I can physically see It’s the shit that I choose that’s choosin’ for me [Chorus] I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (oh, fuck) Handcuffs made of comfort and delivery receipts (that’s tough) Got a life on pause for a looped routine Replay Replay Then delete the scene I’m trading freedom for Netflix Porn and Uber Eats (