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If I Don’t Post lyrics
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Intro
Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope Seven outfits on the floor, one smile on the phone
Verse 1
6:08, cold brew shaking in my hand Ring light sunrise on a rented plant “Productive day,” but the sink got plates I film the sponge like I planned it that way Left eye jumping, charger in my sock Battery three and I’m racing the clock 305 rain on the window frame I wipe the lens and rename the pain
Pre-chorus
Brand says brighter, face says no Thumb on record, don’t let it show Half a breath, then I switch my tone
Chorus
If I don’t post, am I still here? Phone face down and I disappear Smile cut clean from the bathroom mirror One more take, make the panic look clear If I don’t post, am I still here? Draft forty-seven got the real tears Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope I go ghost if I don’t post
Verse 2
One video died at twelve-oh-three Hook rate ugly, CTR mean I was laughing five minutes before Now I’m face-first in the analytics drawer Refresh, refresh, little red line Turns my whole chest into airline signs I cancel lunch with “deadline, sorry” Then watch a stranger call me corny
Verse 3
Two more scripts and a skin-care bit Three fake laughs for a brand deliverable fit Closet tornado, tags still on I change my shirt, not what’s wrong 954 text says, “You coming outside?” I type “soon” with my pulse on fire Hats go double, bass go clipped I trade sleep for a fifteen-second lift
Pre-chorus
Upload bar crawling blue and slow I tell the lens what I don’t know Half a breath, then I switch my tone
Chorus
If I don’t post, am I still here? Phone face down and I disappear Smile cut clean from the bathroom mirror One more take, make the panic look clear If I don’t post, am I still here? Draft forty-seven got the real tears Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope I go ghost if I don’t post
Verse 4
Thursday, fluorescent bathroom tile I forget the character for a while Camera still on, throat gone tight No punchline, no discount code, no light I say, “I’m scared I’m only a feed” Then stop when I hear myself breathe The draft with my face in it knows me better than the post So I lock the screen like I’m hiding a ghost
Verse 5
Friday, I make it glossy again Crop out the towel and the medicine Add a piano when my eyes look sad Speed-ramp the part where I almost cracked Caption says, “Week in my life, let’s go” Clean little lie with a perfect glow Raw one stays where the signal quits Drafts folder full of witnesses
Pre-chorus
Brand says perfect, face says no Thumb on post, don’t let it show Half a breath, then I switch my tone
Chorus
If I don’t post, am I still here? Phone face down and I disappear Smile cut clean from the bathroom mirror One more take, make the panic look clear If I don’t post, am I still here? Draft forty-seven got the real tears Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope I go ghost if I don’t post
Outro
Posted.
Inside the recording
Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope Cut it, clip it, crop it, cope
Brand says brighter, face says no Thumb on record, don’t let it show
Posted.
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