Champagne pics, first-class flights
Gold watches, city lights
Feed full of flex, life looks tight
But tell me, do they sleep at night?
Followers high, self-worth low
Every day’s a polished show
You gotta look rich to feel okay
But I'm not playing it that way
You gotta show it to prove it — lol
But I’m cool without the scroll
Likes don’t equal soul
And filters don’t make you whole
While they pose, I move
While they post, I groove
No need to impress
I’m real, not dressed
You live for views, I live for peace
You frame the moment, I feel release
Your highlight reel is tight, no doubt
But my offline life got more clout