I wake up, and I got nothing to do
The only thing that comes to mind is a picture of you
I’m a starving scroller, thumb patroller, full bipolar
High roller, pleading at the door to receive an order

Ah, beloved
My heart is yours
Until tomorrow
You are ignored

You’re just my prop in the photo of life
So what good's a friend if they can’t document your time?

[Spoken]
You have so much leisure time
Time in which you can do things you enjoy
Time in which you don’t have to work
Let me show you a few things

A picture, a click
Don’t tell me I’m insane
The [unintelligiblе] inside my brain
I’m a starving scroller, thumb patroller, full bipolar
High rollеr, roller, roller, roller

Starving scroller, thumb patroller
Starving scroller, thumb patroller
Starving scroller, full bipolar
Starving scroller, high roller
Ah, beloved
My heart is yours
Until tomorrow
You are ignored

You’re just my crop in the Photoshop life
So what good's a friend if they can’t document your time?
You are the star of my shadow show-and-tell
Mirroring decor on my digitized self

(The choice is mine in the photo of life!)
Still by my side, then I, I'll give you mine

(Eat it up!)

[Spoken]
One, two
One, two
One, two
One, two