Lyrics
Stuck
in
this
moment
up
on
my
screen
Time
pass
as
I
scroll
down
my
timeline
Thinking
that
everything
what
it
seem
Fly
past
the
news
the
last
thing
that's
on
my
mind
I'm
focused
on
trendy
if
anything
Niggas
will
settle
for
it
So
really
there's
nothin
to
it
Cash
crop
whip
it
forever
in
search
of
cream
So
invested
in
my
media
My
tired
eyes
ingesting
them
holograms
Gettin'
fed
up
when
hands
are
hollow
Askin'
for
follows
and
Crackin'
jokes
about
my
hope
and
if
I
live
for
tomorrow
Think
Imma
snap
if
I
don't
snap
again
Cut
the
bullshit
on
Instagram
plastering
All
of
the
movement
2000
views
I'm
mastering
All
of
the
tools
don't
get
confused
These
days
had
to
switch
up
my
shoes
And
you
ain't
runnin'
wit
me
I
used
to
hide
a
lot
And
now
I
got
them
hidin'
Paradigm
of
greatness
Moon
rising
on
the
horizon
I
just
keep
checking
the
comments
Looking
for
ways
to
validate
myself
Really
though
I
hate
myself
And
seeing
reflections
of
All
of
these
seconds
of
Violence,
intolerance,
Muhammad,
God
and
secular
The
pixels
they
busy
too
doing
damage
irreparable
Ingrain
in
ya
retinas
all
the
unsightly
spectacles
Stuck
in
this
moment
up
on
my
screen
Time
pass
as
I
scroll
down
my
timeline
Thinking
that
everything
what
it
seem
Fly
past
the
news
the
last
thing
that's
on
my
mind
Focused
on
trendy
if
anything
Niggas
will
settle
for
it
Really
there's
nothin
to
it
Cash
crop
whip
it
forever
in
search
of
cream
And
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
What
you
really
following
It's
the
land
of
the
living
dead
up
on
that
livestream
Hidden
hands
get
up
in
your
heads
with
all
the
liking
I
just
t-t-t-tap
away
the
time
inside
my
mind
I'm
getting
trapped
it's
all
part
of
designs
in
the
Fabric
of
reality
I
(Iiiiii)
Seam
the
dualities
and
Seem
to
be
outwardly
(Uhhh)
Practicing
alchemy
The
way
I
turn
this
fuckin'
lead
to
gold
every
day
And
now
I'm
thumbing
through
this
code
like
Neo
tryna
make
it
out
Go
and
pop
ya
blue
pills
I
don't
fuck
with
those
Like
Big
Sean
on
his
own
song
you
ain't
in
control
I
see
a
couple
zombies
walking
down
my
street
And
thinkin
to
myself
like
damn
that
could
be
me
If
you
ain't
stepping
careful
they
gon'
snatch
you
up
Takin
your
cookies
like
social
media
Santa
Them
advertisers
be
after
us
It's
really
tragic
bruh
We
just
dollar
signs
in
they
eyes
Stuck
in
this
moment
up
on
my
screen
Time
pass
as
I
scroll
down
my
timeline
Thinking
that
everything
what
it
seem
Fly
past
the
news
the
last
thing
that's
on
my
mind
Focused
on
trendy
if
anything
Niggas
will
settle
for
it
Really
there's
nothin
to
it
Cash
crop
whip
it
forever
in
search
of
cream
And
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
I
just
want
you
to
follow
me
What
you
really
following
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