Well I sit alone try not to check my phone
There's blurred lines of what I show
Blurred lines of what they think they know
Of this man in the virtual land
Well isolation is the key to your art
Ten thousand hours brought to you by your heart
Isolation is the key lonely hours give you what cha need I say
You pace around and think of what they see
As you post another one of your virtual dreams
You post another piece of your heart
For the world to gawk at and tare apart I say
I sit alone try not to check my phone
There's blurred lines of what I show
Blurred lines of what they think they know
Of this man in the virtual land
I sit and write trying to make a new vibe
Old ideas I hope not to plagiarize
Old thoughts said by the idols we love
Wrapped by me resending their love I say
Rapped by me over a reggae beat
Cataclysmic emotions cease to be
As it grabs you from the depths of your soul
And rise up the views go
I sit alone try not to check my phone
There's blurred lines of what I show
Blurred lines of what they think they know
Of this man in the virtual land
Well I sit alone try not to check my phone
There's blurred lines of what I show
Blurred lines of what they think they know
Of this man
In the virtual land
Virtual land
Virtual land