Oh yeah... Step away from the screen, my brother. The pixels are not your friends today. Listen to the woodwinds of the digital forest... wait, no, the real forest. Your retinas are burning, your posture is a shrimp You're scrolling through the timeline, walking with a digital limp You got seventy tabs open but your mind is totally closed You forgot what a real flower smells like, I suppose. Let me lay down a loop, let me build up a groove To remind your physical body how it's supposed to move. Go touch grass! Put your bare feet in the dirt, let the earth reveal it Go touch grass! Leave the broadband behind, let the sunshine realign Wicka-wicka-waaaah, touch the grass! Brrr-drrr-drrr-fresh! Get outside! You're arguing with avatars, fighting with the bots While the mycelium network is connecting the dots Look at the canopy, the photosynthesis flex Nature's got the ultimate algorithm, what's next? Boots-and-cats and a heavy 808 Don't be late for the real world, it's great! Go touch grass! Put your bare feet in the dirt, let the earth reveal it Go touch grass! Leave the broadband behind, let the sunshine realign "G-g-g-go touch... gr-gr-grass!" "Feel the earth!" Disconnect from the mainframe, baby... The Wi-Fi is weak but the vibes are so crazy... Just a little bit of chlorophyll. Just a little bit of photosynthesis. Yeah. Log off.
