Looking At My Phone

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
Looking at my phone and all these texts that I receive
And all these exes that I leave, I still have yet to find my peace
Looking at my phone and every message that I see
Said through the trouble I'd still love you, was deception at its peak
Looking at my phone and I'm regretting every peek
Ignored ya message, but sometimes it's just ya presence that I need
I stopped looking at my phone, it's just depression I don't need
Causing recession still impressed on who I'm destined just to be
Got me looking at my phone, see, I'm a target for these artists
They like talking, see 'em mixing the catharsis with the jargon
Niggas wanna move me out, get me apartments where the carp is
I like taking my emotions and I park it where my art is

[Interlude 1: Mir Blackwell]
But like that's just some of the things I see when I'm looking at my phone, like some of the things that like pop up in my feed, some of the messages that I get, but like, look!

[Verse 2: Mir Blackwell & Shwabadi]
Looking at my phone, see all my homes going up
See, my homies be explosive, now the clique is blowing up
We throwing parties for the days, they didn't know me, so we up
We couldn't celebrate before, we wasn't partying enough

[Interlude 2: Shwabadi]
Now we partying it up, homie, right? Partying it up, nah!

[Verse 3: Shwabadi]
Looking at my phone, I feel my mental slipping
Every single day upon these apps, I guess it's self inflicted
Hedonistic habits got me questioning my mental image
Put myself on public platforms, shit feels like an exhibition
Nah, this shit feels like Edemame, my green been popping
Y'all are salty 'bout whatever I say, they started fronting
Over beans I dropped like where's the latte? We're making moves
From Bugiba to Marseille, so why do I feel half baked? Uh
Looking at my phone, I still got opens that I owe them
I'm just hoping they can hear the message behind what I've spoken, Badi