[hook] I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral [verse 1] I met a man that that said he didn’t understand GOD’s plan He said he was a fan of football, baseball, basketball, and racquet ball Even badminton, I’m not kidding, these are facts y’all He was jacked, his abdomen, he crammed him in, an 8 pack, he’s tall, peak physique, chiseled like he was sculpted by the Greeks On paper, he’s a freak of nature, he critiques everything he eats No pork on his fork, let’s not even speak of red meat, Either poultry or fish on his dish, never takes a risk with eating sweets He competes with the logic and topics of the public’s opinion I find it rather odd, he thinks he’s a god, but he's more like a minion He absorbs everything poured like a Ford’s rack and pinion Easily steered, he loves his beers and his beard He loves to be admired, desired and feared, (I know, it’s very weird) Captivated and infatuated about how he appeared in his last post He showboats the most and boasts of women he’s acquired and retired Inspired by the contents of the follower’s comments [hook] I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral [verse 2] He's convinced it make sense to go on Facebook Live There he flaunts, he wants everyone to look at his rides He drives 5 cars, a Bugatti, a Maserati, Ferrari and 2 Jaguars He believes women are from Venus and Men are from Mars He giggled and felt belittled when I told him “For what it’s worth, the earth is Jah’s” all the moons and stars All the planets and all the plants planted, all HIS plans HE planned it His Amazing Grace we disgrace because we don’t understand it We live “trife” and take this life granted He looked at me with his head slanted, panted Then demanded with clinched fist, Your GOD doesn’t exist, He’s a myth, life isn’t a gift, it’s what YOU make it That’s how I made it I saw opportunity and took it where others wouldn’t take it [hook] I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral [verse 3] His statement I replayed it over and over in my mind He rejected Jehovah’s design He was deceived; he believed that he was the controller of time Fast cars, fast women and too many glasses of wine He made one too many passes over the yellow line Fellow followers online, bellowing, crying, trying to find ways to cope with the loss of their idol For me, Boss was his title He would see me a lunch and say, “Look at you and your little pitiful Bible” On the way to the hospital, his condition was critical The paramedic said it “There are no vitals” On Facebook Live, but dead-on arrival [pause silent] For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and to lose his soul? [hook] I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral I need more likes I need more cars and more bikes I need more views I need more clothes and more shoes I need more content I need to get more bent I need to go viral, viral, viral
