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Ayo, check the mic, one two, the bridge generation
Stuck in the middle of this goddamn conversation
Between a "Back in my day" and a No cap, fr
Watching the whole circus spin from the blur
Y'all Boomers built a ladder then yanked it up the floor
Talking 'bout "pull yourself up by your bootstraps," what for?
To afford a studio that's just a closet with a bed?
While you vote in the motherfuckers who sold the lead?
You had it all on a silver platter, then you crashed the plate
And have the audacity to call us lazy, call us late?
You spoiled rotten, forgetful, entitled ass niggas
Watching Fox News like it's gospel, getting bigger
You ain't old money, you old blood but no money, faggot
Clutching your pearls and your pension, it's a tragic habit
They call us the lost generation, that's a lie, I find
I'm just a motherfucker who officially lost his mind
Watching the idiots before me, watching the clowns behind
A brain aneurysm in progress, permanently assigned
To watch the world burn in HD, commentary unkind
The lost generation? Nah. I just lost my goddamn mind
And don't get it twisted, little brother, I see you too
With your TikTok activism and your performative view
You'll cancel a grandma for a tweet from '08
But your attention span can't make it through a voting date
You're a digital native with the depth of a DM
Talking 'bout "slay" and "era" but your soul is thin as a stem
You want the trauma clout but never felt a real struggle
Just an aesthetic you post to make your follower count double
So I cut the younglings down like I'm Anakin
You sensitive, terminally online little faggots
Yeah, I said it, come get me, write your tweet, drag it
Living for the clout, dying for the likes, it's tragic
Your personality's a meme, your life is pure magic
The illusion of connection, a pathetic facade
You're not revolutionaries, you're just products, you're the goddamn sod
They call us the lost generation, that's a lie, I find
I'm just a motherfucker who officially lost his mind
Watching the idiots before me, watching the clowns behind
A brain aneurysm in progress, permanently assigned
To watch the world burn in HD, commentary unkind
The lost generation? Nah. I just lost my goddamn mind
I got student loans like a noose, I got a rent that's absurd
I remember dial-up tones, you remember my last word?
Call me the Millennium Falcon, a junk heap that still flies
Seen more cycles of the bullshit right before my eyes
I watched the towers fall on CRT, you watched a hashtag trend
We're ships passing in a shitstorm, beginning to the end
So blame me if I'm bitter, stuck in this generational rift
Watching the past hold on tight, watching the future adrift
With no life raft but irony and a pension that won't exist
So I spit this venom just to add to the fucking list
Lost my mind
Yeah
Watching y'all
From the middle
Where the pressure cooks
Go ahead, quote tweet it
Write your think-piece
I'll be right here
In the collapse
With a microphone
And a headache that won't quit
Ayo... cut the beat
