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• Artiste: Tank and the Bangas
• Titre: Mr. Insta
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Mista Insta Why you got my business on display Facebook out here tryna ruin my day Mista Insta can you pls help me I need to delete my page Where's the delete button? If I'm being honest I don't want no problem If I were an island You would be my only option Lookin for em But instead I'm chillen in my bed With a million one thoughts runnin through my head And a million words running thru my fingers Caught up in the rapture Anita Baker after Everbody commentin Posting bout it DM poppin I don't even know what got em IG or my twitter Facebook fuckin wit her Notifications got me Lookin in the mirror like Mista Insta Why you got my business on display Facebook out here tryna ruin my day Mista Insta can you pls help me I need to delete my page Twitter fingers Always got sum shit to say Mista Insta Fucking with my algorithm (random mention) I didn't really like that picture Got a 1000 likes Coulda got a thousand more Used the selfie stick and everything Even had a filter change WHat a waste of time What's the bottom line When you know that halk this shit it out of line Postin selfies Tryna get s some likes Get 100K and think you verified (pause) Lose 100K and wanna end ya life If you gotta blue check Then you know I'm checking for you I know I know all you do (true) So As long as I post I know I'm doing the most I mean I'm doing my best Don't forget to comment I'm askin Man if ain't nobody checkin for you And you should see that as a luxury My DMs full of business and people sending they plugs to me They think I'm bout ta sign em like executive Correlating talent with the thorough kind of head they gve e Good love A milli followers can't tell you what you should love Insta hustlin can feel just like a good drug But them addictions is deadly it's like a twisted up medley Invalidatin and hatin, we gettin cooked up Swear I never needed to be cast on the daily Would I trade the clout for the peace of mind? Nigga maybe But who am I to downplay the privilege of the platform I get to be myself and at the end, somebody pay me It's a blessin so I try to limit stressin Take all the silver linings of the clouds and simple lessons Remembering my worth is in the love that I put out And not determined by a button that I hope somebody pressin Around this time Right about now A need, a search, a want, a hunger A thirst A reliance only on self For assurance For like What is that like? How does that be How do you not know What it is to be fly To feel food without someone telling you How do you know?