Ding-Ding, Tik-Tik

Name: Ding-Ding, Tik-Tik
Duration: 341 s
Description: Ding-Ding, Tik-Tik by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “If you talk to me plain, my ears act brand-new I’m here, but I’m not, I keep swiping right through”

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Ding-Ding, Tik-Tik lyrics

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Intro

Winter breath fogs the phone glass, thumbprints like tiny storms Shoulder-to-shoulder, I float through coats, I do not feel warm Silent mode on, but my head stays loud - I pay with my eyes Ding-ding, tik-tik, I rent out my mind in bite-size

Verse 1

Platform smells like metal coins and cinnamon gum I watch my reflection lag behind when the tunnel lights run My focus slips easy, like soap in a sink at school A hundred faces, zero contact, I’m sipping the screen like fuel Notification-free, still chasing that quick little hit My life feels secondhand, only real when I clip it Ding-ding, tik-tik, heartbeat thumps under hoodie seams I blink and the moment gets traded for moving memes

Pre-chorus

If you talk to me plain, my ears act brand-new I’m here, but I’m not, I keep swiping right through

Chorus

Cut the feed, let me breathe, Cut the feed! Palm shut, pupils up, come back to me Ding-ding, tik-tik, who’s holding me? Eyes on the room, not the glass in my sleeve I wanna live in the now, not the next thing I see

Verse 2

I meet my close friend by the lockers, hoodie strings frayed He says “you good?” I say “lowkey” like it fixes what I can’t say We try for a real talk, but it breaks into shorthand “Same.” “Mood.” “I’m dead.” We laugh with our hands He shows me a clip and I answer with quotes we both know Two humans in 4K, still nowhere to go Our feelings get buffered, stuck on a spinning blue wheel I nod like a puppet, I do not know what I feel

Pre-chorus

We’re face-to-face, but the space feels thin Like the room got smaller the moment we checked back in

Chorus

Verse 3

Turnstile clicks like a metronome counting my drift Billboards sell peace while the pocket buzzes, “don’t miss” Schools teach attention, apps teach escape routes fast A whole generation fluent in jokes, illiterate in “how was your past?” We trade our mornings for highlights, our nights for a loop And call it “connection” while sitting alone in a group Ding-ding, tik-tik, that’s the city’s new hymn A choir of screens lit up under chins

Bridge

I delete it all at midnight, hands shaking, throat dry Phantom buzz on my leg like a fly that won’t die I stare at the ceiling fan slicing the dark into parts My thoughts come back raw, like keys in a pocket, sharp No clip to hide in, no caption to soften the sting Just me and the quiet, and everything it can bring

Verse 4

Morning bench in the park, cold slats through jeans I watch wind fold the tree tops, no camera between A leaf cartwheels, lands, and I let it be small I don’t name it, don’t frame it, don’t post it at all That’s when it hits me, my focus is capital I’ve been giving it away like spare change at the turnstile Ding-ding, tik-tik, I hear the trap in the sound So I stop feeding the machine that keeps pulling me down

Verse 5

Back home, I long-press the icons, they start to shake Like little bright habits begging me, “please don’t break” I press delete, one by one, endless scroll gone Air feels thicker, like rain on asphalt at dawn Text my friend: “Walk with me.” No jokes, no code We talk slow, eyes steady, like learning a new road Ding-ding, tik-tik, now it’s just rhythm, not need My mind got room again, I can finally read

Chorus

Cut the feed, let me breathe, Cut the feed! Palm shut, pupils up, come back to me Ding-ding, tik-tik, I’m choosing me Eyes on the room, not the glass in my sleeve I wanna live in the now, not the next thing I see

Outro

Phone face-down, table wood, I hear my own steps again Wind in the trees, not a loop, that’s how it ends Ding-ding, tik-tik, now it’s just life, on beat Cut the feed, let me breathe, cut the feed

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