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Intro
Ticking clock in my headphones… breaking news at 3 AM…
Verse 1
Dashboard glowing like a loaded gun Pre-save counter frozen at thirty-one Suggested audio got Drake in my slot I’m buried under throwbacks that ain’t dropped Refresh… refresh… the numbers don’t move Every like feels like a lie I already knew
Pre-chorus
Twenty-four down, twenty-four to go Thumb on the trigger, watching the feed reload
Chorus
The feed killed my drop, the feed killed my drop Pushed nostalgia and drama to the top I’m screaming in the void, no echo, no stop The feed killed my drop, yeah the feed killed my drop
Verse 2
Ex’s face in every other edit now Old clips of me used as background sound Viral sound of the week is a meme from ‘16 My teaser’s invisible on every screen Friends sending screenshots like sympathy cards “Bro they’re pushing AI, not you, it’s hard”
Pre-chorus
Six hours down, six hours to go Heart in my throat, still hitting refresh, bro
Chorus
The feed killed my drop, the feed killed my drop Pushed nostalgia and drama to the top I’m screaming in the void, no echo, no stop The feed killed my drop, yeah the feed killed my drop
Verse 3
Breaking news banner just lit up my phone “Gen Z ditches TV for TikTok alone” Same algorithm deciding what’s news Is deciding if my record ever gets views I’m a product update that nobody saved A trending topic that already faded
Bridge
Maybe I changed the cover three times Maybe the rollout looked like a crime Maybe the caption was too on the nose Maybe I’m just the one that nobody knows…
Verse 4
Clock hits zero, the post goes live Comments fill with the same three guys “Fire” “missed this” “when’s the next one?” I’m staring at zero like it’s a loaded gun Still refreshing, still checking the curve Like the song never dropped, like I never swerved
Verse 5
Tiny cluster of superfans stitching my pain Turning my flop into their late-night refrain I tell myself tomorrow I’ll redesign the game Or burn the whole platform down in flames But the phone’s still glowing, the clock’s still ticking I’m addicted to the feed that keeps me missing
Chorus
The feed killed my drop, the feed killed my drop But I’m still here screaming at the top If the algorithm won’t play me, I’ll break the clock The feed killed my drop… but I’m not done yet, not done yet
Outro
One lonely notification ping… Then dead silence.
Inside the recording
Ticking clock in my headphones… breaking news at 3 AM…
Twenty-four down, twenty-four to go Thumb on the trigger, watching the feed reload
One lonely notification ping… Then dead silence.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.