2026

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WELCOME TO 2026 [Intro] Yeah. Welcome to 2026. Same planet. Worse habits. [Verse 1] Wake up, doomscroll, coffee, bad news, ten dead here, then a TikTok dance moves. War in 4K, ads in between, whole world dying in high definition screens. Rent went up, wage stayed flat, they say “work harder” — yeah, imagine that. Three jobs deep just to pay for a room, but billionaires talking ’bout living on the moon. Everybody woke, everybody mad, everybody posting ’bout the life they never had. Filter on the face, filter on the truth, sell insecurity then market it to youth. [Hook] Welcome to 2026, where everything’s fake but the pressure is real. Love got swiped, truth got clipped, and money still runs every fucking bit. Welcome to 2026, where everybody talks but nobody fixes shit. Whole generation chasing dopamine hits, if this is the future, then what the fuck is this? [Verse 2] AI writes songs, AI makes art, AI knows your habits before you know your heart. Phone knows your location, feed knows your fear, sell you what you hate then keep you right here. Left side screaming, right side too, both getting played while the rich cash through. Keep us divided, keep us in fights, red team, blue team, same fucking lights. Girls hate mirrors, boys hide pain, everybody “healing” but we do it for the fame. Therapy words turned into captions and trends, call someone “toxic” then go toxic again. [Pre-Hook] Everybody wants love, nobody trusts shit. Everybody wants peace, still addicted to conflict. [Hook] Welcome to 2026, where everything’s fake but the pressure is real. Love got swiped, truth got clipped, and money still runs every fucking bit. Welcome to 2026, where everybody talks but nobody fixes shit. Whole generation chasing dopamine hits, if this is the future, then what the fuck is this? [Verse 3] Breaking news, breaking trust, breaking minds, truth gets buried if the headline shines. Buy more shit just to feel less empty, then they sell you self-care for ninety-nine fifty. Climate getting hotter, patience getting thin, everybody wants change till the change starts within. We got followers, passwords, data and debt, more connected than ever, more alone than we’ve been yet. They sell fear, they sell beauty, sell sex, sell shame, sell you a problem then charge for the change. Tell you “be yourself,” then hand you a trend, new identity drops every fucking weekend. [Bridge] New war. New app. New face. Same trap. New lie. New trend. New fear. Same year. [Final Hook] Welcome to 2026, where everything’s fast but nothing feels fixed. Everybody wants more, nobody knows why, we got everything online but we’re dead inside. Welcome to 2026, where the world got smart but the people got sick. Maybe we’re advanced, maybe this is it— or maybe we just learned how to monetize the apocalypse. [Outro] Welcome to 2026. Sponsored by fear.