Ghost in the Stream

Lyrics

DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT [Intro] Yeah Whole personality rented Whole lifestyle edited You ain’t famous, bitch You’re just chronically online [Verse 1] Fake chain, fake friends, fake flex on the feed Talk like a king but you beg for attention for free Bought ten thousand followers, still nobody cares You refresh your own story just to see who was there You call yourself dangerous, boy, you type in all caps Your whole fucking career is recycled TikTok raps Same beat, same flow, same clothes, same pose Even your personality came with a promo code You say you got money, show screenshots instead Probably sleeping on sheets that your mama still spread Acting mysterious like you got secrets to hide Bro, nobody asked — you’re just boring inside [Pre-Chorus] You want smoke till somebody replies Then suddenly it’s “love and positive vibes” Internet gangster, digital clown Big ego online, real quiet in town [Chorus] Delete your account, do the world a favor You got no personality, just copied behavior You call it a brand, I call it embarrassing Whole life photoshopped, still nobody’s caring Delete your account, bitch, log the fuck out You built your whole name off begging for clout Talk like a legend, nobody knows you Even your haters gotta Google who the fuck you are too [Verse 2] You say “they switched up” — who? Your three close friends? Every week new beef ’cause attention gotta trend Posting fake heartbreak like the cameras are rolling You don’t need closure, you need someone controlling Your ex ain’t obsessed, they just forgot to block You call every little view a “career taking off” Spotify numbers looking like a Wi-Fi code Still talking ’bout “fans” — bitch, where did they go? And your boys hype you up ’cause they want reposts too Five broke motherfuckers screaming “we coming through” Calling yourselves artists ’cause you downloaded a beat Then mumble four bars and call that shit “deep” [Bridge] No talent, just confidence No money, just documents No motion, just captions No fans, just reactions You ain’t misunderstood There’s nothing to understand You’re not “ahead of your time” Your music is just fucking bad [Final Chorus] Delete your account, do the world a favor You got no personality, just copied behavior You call it a brand, I call it embarrassing Whole life photoshopped, still nobody’s caring Delete your account, bitch, log the fuck out You built your whole name off begging for clout You swear they all jealous — jealous of what? Your 300 followers and your SoundCloud flop? [Outro] And before you make a response track— Don’t. Nobody wants the sequel.