Verse 1 Scroll, scroll, thumb numb, dopamine drip, Every swipe another lie with a sponsorship tip. Ring light halo but the soul stay dark, Selling plastic dreams from a rented-out spark. They flex fake jets on a leased-out wing, Quote stolen wisdom like they built the thing. “Grind don’t stop” while they edit they tears, Twenty-seven takes just to package they fears. Photoshop abs and a filter for peace, Tell you “love yourself” then release a new crease. Comparison game got your mind in a vice, Self-worth on sale with a promo code price. They preach “be real” but they scripted to death, Manufactured outrage just to monetize breath. Hook Bad influencers, algorithm feeders, Turn brains into mush, create silent bleeders. Trend over truth, they don’t care who’s hurt, As long as the numbers keep lifting the merch. If it bleeds, it leads, that’s the digital plan, Anxiety rising with the reach of the brand. Log off, wake up, don’t let ‘em control— Your mind ain’t a market, your heart ain’t a poll. Verse 2 They glamorize hustle till you can’t even sleep, Say “rise and grind” while your sanity weeps. Bodies unrealistic, lifestyles staged, Now a whole generation depressed and enraged. They selling detox tea for a flat-stomach myth, While kids skip meals tryna look like a clip. Crypto kings, mindset queens, Empty advice wrapped in glittery schemes. Trauma for content, breakdowns for views, Clickbait confessions in designer shoes. Parasocial bonds got you feeling you know ‘em, But they don’t know you from the next algorithm. Outrage cycles spinning so fast, Hot takes colder than the empathy past. Mental health ain’t a hashtag trend, It’s lives on the line when the comments descend. Hook Bad influencers, algorithm feeders, Turn brains into mush, create silent bleeders. Trend over truth, they don’t care who’s hurt, As long as the numbers keep lifting the merch. If it bleeds, it leads, that’s the digital plan, Anxiety rising with the reach of the brand. Log off, wake up, don’t let ‘em control— Your mind ain’t a market, your heart ain’t a poll. Bridge You are not your likes, not your shares, not your streak, Not the highlight reel they repeat every week. Real life messy, real growth slow, Not everything valuable gotta be a show. Guard your peace like it’s gold in a vault, Their chaos ain’t yours—it ain’t your fault. Verse 3 I’m not saying all creators corrupt, But clout chase culture got the system messed up. When truth get buried under sponsored disguise, And authenticity dies for a rise in the size— Of a following built on insecurity, Profit off doubt, call it “community.” We need more mentors, less marketers loud, More depth in the feed, less shock for the crowd. Teach kids critical thought, not envy, Build minds strong so the hype can’t bend me. Influence ain’t evil, but power misused Can fracture a spirit already bruised. Final Hook (Stripped Down) Bad influencers, hear this clear— Your platform heavy when the youth all near. Speaking out preaching lies.

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