Uh, Yeh, Yah, uh-
Come on
I'll tell you a little story
Remember when I was a human being
Who did normal things
That weren't interesting
To anybody but me?
Now I'm living the meme
I don't know how to be me
They call me: Digibro
Everybody that I know is famous compared to you
We all do YouTube, and mix our juju
My whole crew is genius
Anybody who looks can see this
But I wonder of the cost I spent
What I've lost being so relentless
And maybe senseless in my own exile
I'm almost sure I had friends that could make me smile
That I ain't seen in quite a while
I must have touched someone once, and even got wild
But now I'm not sure how long it's been
Since the last time I thought of myself as good friend
And ties are tough to mend
It's easier to buy a flight than it is to say goodbye
And to go on letting them think of me as the bad guy
I can't cry, 'cause it's all my fault
But I can't go back after I cleared that vault
I can't change the fact that I've changed completely
Walked with my own two feet
There is no real me
I've let my own art completely eat me
I see the East and it's burning red
Like the blood that seeps deep into my bed
And it's fine 'cause we'll all be dead soon
I'll ride this tide out until the red moon explodes
I know what the future holds
Either it's soon, or it's after I grow old
And I'm not sold on the thought that this soul
Is something I've totally got under my own control
Digibro, that's the life I chose
Ran away from home for the cash, fame, hoes
Staring out to the East, sad
As a commenter asks, "who the f** is Conrad?"
"I don't know," I respond, stone cold
As the one tear rolls off my gay dead bones
I'm a grown a** man in some grown a** pain
Thinking how I'll never see my old self again
Digibro, that's the life I chose
Ran away from home for the cash, fame, hoes
Staring out to the East, sad
As a commenter asks, "who the f** is Conrad?"
"I don't know," I respond, stone cold
As the one tear rolls off my gay dead bones
I'm a grown a** man in some grown a** pain
Thinking how I'll never see my old self again
I see the East and it's burning red
Like the blood that seeps deep into my bed
And it's fine 'cause we'll all be dead soon
I'll ride this tide out until the red moon explodes
I know what the future holds
Either it's soon, or it's after I grow old
And I'm not sold on the thought that this soul
Is something I've totally got under my own control