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Stream Me Real lyrics
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Intro
Wide-screen glow on my face tonight Scrolling through ghosts in the satellite light Your name floats up like a glitch in time Echo of touch in a place not mine
Verse 1
Every handle’s a mask in a neon crowd, coded soft shadows in a too-loud room Gen Z writes life in a real-time feed while my millennial bones feel the next-page zoom Your avatar laughs in a looped reaction, but real-world eyes ain’t the same black tone I talk to you through a tap, through a blue-check frame, but the air between pulses feels overgrown Afro drums knock like an ancient rhythm under synths with a cold, algorithmic strain Caribbean chants slide through phonk percussion like a heartbeat trying to outrun pain Story-view counts turn love into data, turn presence into something you measure by screen And I wonder if connection is bridge or cage when we scroll alone through a glowing machine
Pre-chorus
Are we buffered hearts on a timed delay? Are we streaming truth or the roles we play? Do you feel me there when the signal fades? Tell me what’s left when the noise is made
Chorus
Stream me real, not just on your phone Show me you when the feed’s unknown I don’t need likes, I need your tone Touch my heart when the world’s full-blown
Verse 2
I see your last-seen stamp like a pulse on hold, tells stories you never meant to send Shrinking bandwidth turning love to static, every typing bubble feels like a bend Hindi flutes slide soft in the background, trying to warm up the steel in my chest West-African runs cut through the lag like truth that refuses artificial rest We’re observable now like a live-stream truth, fear of vanishing when we log offline Anxiety spikes when I’m not perceived, like my worth dissolves if I’m not in your line We archive moments that never breathe, grieving seconds that we never lived And FOMO’s a ghost AI can’t scrape clean, but it haunts us with the things we give
Pre-chorus
Are we buffered hearts on a timed delay? Are we streaming truth or the roles we play? Do you feel me there when the signal fades? Tell me what’s left when the noise is made
Chorus
Stream me real, not just on your phone Show me you when the feed’s unknown I don’t need likes, I need your tone Touch my heart when the world’s full-blown
Bridge 1
If silence hits, will you hear me clear? If all our feeds die, will you stay near? If nothing’s posted, is love still here? Or are we chasing shadows engineered?
Verse 3
I’m reclaiming moments that tech can’t steal; laughter unfiltered, warm breath, real skin Random chaos that the code can’t label, memories born where no apps begin Brazilian phonk snaps under UK bounce, blending era and ancient drum AI-coded steel meets a tribal pulse, two worlds collide, but the heart's not numb Your hand in mine ain’t a metric scored, it’s a beat too wild for an algorithm’s glide And maybe we swipe to feel seen sometimes, but we stay to feel real when we drop the pride Attention shorter, emotions deeper; that’s the paradox we’re learning to feel But tonight let’s live where the signal ends, where touch can say what the screens conceal
Pre-chorus
Are we buffered hearts on a timed delay? Are we streaming truth or the roles we play? Do you feel me there when the signal fades? Tell me what’s left when the noise is made
Chorus
Stream me real, not just on your phone Show me you when the feed’s unknown I don’t need likes, I need your tone Touch my heart when the world’s full-blown
Bridge 2
Let the drums breathe where the code won’t go Let the night speak what the screens don’t show Let the real beat cut through digital glow Let the lost parts rise from the undertow
Chorus
Stream me real, not just on your phone Show me you when the feed’s unknown I don’t need likes, I need your tone Touch my heart when the world’s full-blown
Outro
When the lights die down, I’m still right here Past the noise and the scroll and the shrinking fear Tell me you’re real in the space we clear No signal needed, just stay sincere
Inside the recording
Wide-screen glow on my face tonight Scrolling through ghosts in the satellite light
Are we buffered hearts on a timed delay? Are we streaming truth or the roles we play?
When the lights die down, I’m still right here Past the noise and the scroll and the shrinking fear
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.