Is It Me Or Is It You

V6-MINI

Every channel like a panel full of Ricky Lakes, Pick me apart, rip me, carve my ribcage into clickbait, Thin faith, I binge hate, sittin' with a grin straight Joker-painted, "Why so serious?" but inside I disintegrate.

I hear 'em massacre the values I was raised with, They trade 'em live on NASDAQ like morals are just paid scripts, They praise snakes, gatekeepin' the same gates They once called hell, now they sell VIP wristbands and nameplates.

I'm flickin' through the stations like I'm flippin' through the matrix, Neo with a tea light, tryna fight a thousand spaceships, Wonderland lens—am I bent, am I shapeshift? Or has the planet pivoted and I'm the last one straight-laced here?

Monsters under beds, the common threat they all report, But mine is just a dusty board, a sock, a broken action-figurine sword, No fangs, no claws, no shadows on the closet door, So they call me crazy 'cause I ain't scared of what they're runnin' from.

[Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed?

Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news.

Is it me… or is it you?

[Verse 2] Tell me when did Luthor start gettin' all the fan mail? When did Superman become the problem in the handheld? When did Lex become the TED Talk guest, Talkin' "ethics in the market," with a "Save The Planet" lapel?

They cheer for the wolf in Armani wool, Then blame Little Red for not readin' the terms on the door, that's cruel, I'm schoolin' myself: maybe I'm the tool, 'Cause I still flinch when I see a lie dressed up as the golden rule.

They turned Nietzsche to an NFT, Post "God is dead" on IG with a sponsored link for self-esteem, Pop Freud pills for the trauma in the meme, Then cancel Jung for sayin' there's a shadow on the team.

I'm sittin' here with guilt, like survivor's in reverse, Everyone's in on the con and I'm the only one at work, I comb through my past like a crime scene clerk, Tryna find the first moment my wiring got perverse.

Self-loathin' like I'm benchin' my own soul, Coach, player, referee, whistle in my throat hole, I flag every thought, throw a penalty on hope, Then scroll, let the trolls set the tone for my goals.

[Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed?

Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news.

Is it me… or is it you?

[Verse 3] I see pundits with veneers tear apart my core, Mock the very values that I'd bleed onto the floor, Smirkin' like De Niro in that comedian war, Standin' ovation when they piss on what I prayed for.

They flip the script and call it "critical thought," But it's ridicule in glitter, shrink-wrapped, sold in a shop, They dropped the needle in my spine 'til my principles popped, Then blamed me for the mess when the record got chopped.

See, Kanye said we in a simulation, But I feel like I'm the bug in the code, no patch, no validation, Black Mirror episodes look safer than our nation, When the timeline on my phone feels faker than my patience.

Even my reflection got questions for me: "Are you fightin' for the truth or just protectin' your ego story? You think you're the only one torn in this allegory? Or are you mad the world ain't bowin' to your inventory?"

I don't know. That's the problem—I can't tell, If I'm the sane one in a cult or the patient in the cell, If I'm the last real note in a world of auto-tune hell, Or just another off-key voice overhypin' himself.

[Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed?

Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news.

Is it me… or is it you?

[Outro] I don't got the answer, just a question with a bruise, A mirror and a window that I'm pressin' to my wounds, If the world's gone mad and I'm the last one confused, Then either I'm the glitch… or the only one still tuned. Is it me or is it you?

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[Verse 1] Is it me or is it you, or the view skewed, screw loose, new bruise, News crew shootin' truth through a tube full of used fumes, You choose—either I'm the glitch in this sim room, Or the world's got its chin tucked, duckin' from its own doom. Every channel like a panel full of Ricky Lakes, Pick me apart, rip me, carve my ribcage into clickbait, Thin faith, I binge hate, sittin' with a grin straight Joker-painted, "Why so serious?" but inside I disintegrate. I hear 'em massacre the values I was raised with, They trade 'em live on NASDAQ like morals are just paid scripts, They praise snakes, gatekeepin' the same gates They once called hell, now they sell VIP wristbands and nameplates. I'm flickin' through the stations like I'm flippin' through the matrix, Neo with a tea light, tryna fight a thousand spaceships, Wonderland lens—am I bent, am I shapeshift? Or has the planet pivoted and I'm the last one straight-laced here? Monsters under beds, the common threat they all report, But mine is just a dusty board, a sock, a broken action-figurine sword, No fangs, no claws, no shadows on the closet door, So they call me crazy 'cause I ain't scared of what they're runnin' from. [Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed? Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news. Is it me… or is it you? [Verse 2] Tell me when did Luthor start gettin' all the fan mail? When did Superman become the problem in the handheld? When did Lex become the TED Talk guest, Talkin' "ethics in the market," with a "Save The Planet" lapel? They cheer for the wolf in Armani wool, Then blame Little Red for not readin' the terms on the door, that's cruel, I'm schoolin' myself: maybe I'm the tool, 'Cause I still flinch when I see a lie dressed up as the golden rule. They turned Nietzsche to an NFT, Post "God is dead" on IG with a sponsored link for self-esteem, Pop Freud pills for the trauma in the meme, Then cancel Jung for sayin' there's a shadow on the team. I'm sittin' here with guilt, like survivor's in reverse, Everyone's in on the con and I'm the only one at work, I comb through my past like a crime scene clerk, Tryna find the first moment my wiring got perverse. Self-loathin' like I'm benchin' my own soul, Coach, player, referee, whistle in my throat hole, I flag every thought, throw a penalty on hope, Then scroll, let the trolls set the tone for my goals. [Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed? Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news. Is it me… or is it you? [Verse 3] I see pundits with veneers tear apart my core, Mock the very values that I'd bleed onto the floor, Smirkin' like De Niro in that comedian war, Standin' ovation when they piss on what I prayed for. They flip the script and call it "critical thought," But it's ridicule in glitter, shrink-wrapped, sold in a shop, They dropped the needle in my spine 'til my principles popped, Then blamed me for the mess when the record got chopped. See, Kanye said we in a simulation, But I feel like I'm the bug in the code, no patch, no validation, Black Mirror episodes look safer than our nation, When the timeline on my phone feels faker than my patience. Even my reflection got questions for me: "Are you fightin' for the truth or just protectin' your ego story? You think you're the only one torn in this allegory? Or are you mad the world ain't bowin' to your inventory?" I don't know. That's the problem—I can't tell, If I'm the sane one in a cult or the patient in the cell, If I'm the last real note in a world of auto-tune hell, Or just another off-key voice overhypin' himself. [Hook] Is it me or is it you? Did the script flip, is this life or a spoof? I'm starin' through the glass, askin' which one's true, Did the clown get the crown, did the king get booed? Is it me or is it you? Did the hero turn sick, start drinkin' that juice? I'm losin' my grip, tryna untie the noose On the plot in my head while I'm watchin' the news. Is it me… or is it you? [Outro] I don't got the answer, just a question with a bruise, A mirror and a window that I'm pressin' to my wounds, If the world's gone mad and I'm the last one confused, Then either I'm the glitch… or the only one still tuned. Is it me or is it you?

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