Ein satirischer Abgesang auf Social-Media-Sucht, in dem der Algorithmus den Menschen besser zu kennen scheint als er sich selbst. Zwischen Selbstoptimierungs-Gurus, Doomscrolling und leeren Empfehlungen fragt sich der Erzähler, ob er noch er selbst ist oder nur noch sein Feed.
I open Insta, first clip: some dude screams loud
"You're worthless if you don't grind!", thanks, but I'll pass for now
YouTube thinks I'm building a cabin deep in the woods
TikTok says I've got trauma, not totally wrong, but yeah, feels... kinda good
Amazon keeps pushing Vitamin D by the ton
Spotify plays sad songs like I'm about to grab a gun
My algorithm hates me or just loves my chaos
Shows me self-care, then weapons, then deep-ass pathos
It knows my history, my wishlist, everything I crave
But not what helps, just what gets the best...
My algorithm hates me or knows me too well
Feels what I feel before I can tell
I'm no man with a plan, just a data machine
And my feed's the mirror of the mess I've been
I tap on Reels, "Just one.", four hours gone
See the same guy five times say "Start dropshipping, be your own boss, go all in, come on!"
Then an OnlyFans queen disguised as influencer fame
With more makeup than content, damn, it's all the same
Then a doc about brain damage, fits my vibe just right
Guess the algorithm nailed my type tonight
My phone knows when I'm sad, it buzzes when no one texts
Shows me ads for crap I "need" and guided meditations next
I say "Show me love," it shows me a chatbot with a heart made of code
Saying "How can I serve you today?", man, that one hit home
My algorithm hates me or just loves my chaos
Shows me self-care, then weapons, then deep-ass pathos
It knows my history, my wishlist, everything I crave
But not what helps, just what gets the best clicks
My algorithm hates me or knows me too well
Feels what I feel before I can tell
I'm no man with a plan, just a data machine
And my feed's the mirror of the mess I've been
It shows me what I want, not what I need
It knows my flaws, and makes profit off my feed
I'm a user with a soul, in a system of clicks
And sometimes I wonder: am I me, or just my algorithm?
Ah fuck, man, I just wanted to scroll for a bit
Now I know I'm stressed, messed up,
And addicted to everything but myself
Thanks, algorithm, go fuck yourself.
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