I spy with my little eye,
An internet full of narcissism & it makes me sigh..

This here is Instaville,
Where showing your **** will give you more likes than a career path will.

Living life in the Kodakworld,
Show us your *** a little, you could be famous girl.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four..
Here's a new picture for likes, can I get more?

Now you're mad cause just like the other guys, he tried to holla at you.
I was just assuming, but isn't that what you want him to do?

And If you don't, then truly, what is the purpose?
Are we just feeding your ego? Cause to me, that isnt worth it.

Now your crying, you've tried so hard for so long to find a real man.
You even went to the salon and got fake nails with a fake tan.

You were in the club with a baller, now it's 2am and you're face down,
Waking up with regrets, hair is a mess, face looks like it was the class clown.

I think it's time you switched up your game plan,
Maybe pick up a book and put down the spray can.

I don't mean to hate, this just isn't what we're after,
Less **** shots and blow jobs, more real talks and laughter.

Every day you get a chance to be a new person,
Just make sure by the end of it you can look back and say it was worth it.