Morning Routine of a Lustful Nomad
Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1]
Wake up, sun’s up, coffee stains on my sheets,
Staring at this screen, twisted love in the tweets.
Got a text from a honey, she said it’s a wrap,
But my heart’s like a Snapchat, always on tap.

Brush my teeth to the beat of a Life of a Hustler,
Popping tags like a veteran, no need for a custard.
Phone buzzes again, another girl on the line,
But the irony’s thick like the coffee I grind.

Lost in my thoughts, scrolling through dopamine burst,
Living for the 'likes', in a universe cursed,
I’m a man hoe, got the charm like a thief,
But the deeper I dig, the lighter my grief.

[Chorus]
Wake up, break up, can’t keep it discreet,
In a tech-obsessed world, love’s lost in defeat.
Fingers tapping thoughts, Lust’s just a ghost,
In this pixelated hell, I’m the one they’ll toast.

[Verse 2]
Back to the grind, but my mind’s out of whack,
Chasing dreams in a city that’s colder than black.
Life’s a roulette, spinning wheels with no luck,
Like a cash crop, but these feelings run amok.

Doubts creeping in like a virus to a phone,
I’m the king of the jungle, but I’m feeling alone.
Metaphors sharp, cutting through the routine,
But like wifi connection, it’s often unseen.

My phone’s a reflection, a window to my sin,
Scrolling through regrets like a fashion spin.
Caught up in a web, tangled in desire,
With every swipe right, I’m walking on wires.

[Chorus]
Wake up, break up, can’t keep it discreet,
In a tech-obsessed world, love’s lost in defeat.
Fingers tapping thoughts, Lust’s just a ghost,
In this pixelated hell, I’m the one they’ll toast.

[Bridge]
Metaphorically speaking, I’m a jester in the court,
Playing games with emotions, but never played for sport.
Technology's my lover, yet it’s coating me cold,
In a chase for the heart, but it’s really the gold.

[Verse 3]
Back to the morning, the shadows now roam,
Thoughts of my actions echo, but I still can't atone.
Living reckless, love’s just an app on a snap,
Yet each open door leads to another mishap.

Diving deeper, my flaws are the anchors I carry,
A romantic disaster, the vision’s kinda hairy.
Introspection yielding wisdom but I’m still on the grind,
In a matrix of feelings, yet I’m still one of a kind.

[Outro]
So here’s to the mornings that turn into night,
Where the battles of the heart become the stories of life.
A clever wreck, don’t forget to reflect,
In pixelated love, it’s the journey we collect.