Song Meaning

The lyrics paint a picture of feeling disconnected and overwhelmed by a world obsessed with digital interaction and superficiality. The opening verse sets a tone of alienation, with the narrator feeling out of place and rejecting societal norms and expectations. Phrases like "need a referral for a different world" and "Fuck your lease, I don't owe you shit" establish a desire for escape and a defiance against conventional structures. The imagery of being "under a pelt like a brother bear" and "below ice like the submarine" suggests a retreat into a more primal or isolated state, contrasting with the "stone fragments trapped in air tight tupperware" which hints at preserved, yet lifeless, existence. The central tension emerges in the chorus, where the narrator declares, "I am a dead man walking," highlighting a profound sense of existential numbness. This is juxtaposed with the observation of others who are "busy talking on they phones / Favoriting they problems, liking all they causes," leading to a shared feeling of isolation despite constant connection. The desire to "live it while I can" and "feeling every feeling" becomes a desperate attempt to reclaim authentic experience, to be "unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone," and to avoid being "lost in the infinite" scroll of digital life. Verse two introduces a raw, visceral struggle for survival and authenticity. The narrator wakes "flat broke in a back seat" and describes life as "a rabid dog in heat," emphasizing its harshness and unpredictability. There's a rejection of performative activism, as the narrator admits to "Save the fucking dolphins, you guys" while simultaneously eating a tuna sandwich, revealing a complex, perhaps hypocritical, but undeniably human internal landscape. The line "Dead with the swelling of this particular winter's discontent" captures a pervasive, almost seasonal, melancholy that permeates the modern condition. Ultimately, the lyrics resonate because they articulate a collective weariness with the performative and superficial aspects of modern life, particularly the way digital interactions can amplify feelings of loneliness. The contrast between the narrator's desire for genuine experience and the observed behavior of others, engrossed in their screens, creates a powerful emotional core. The repeated plea to "live it while I can" and to feel deeply, rather than passively consume or broadcast, serves as a call to arms against the numbing effects of constant digital engagement and the "infinite" void it can represent.

P.O.S. & Manchita & Open Mike Eagle - Rap

Infinite Scroll

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[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Awestricken, my brow furled up, my lip is curled All distant, need a referral for a different world Audacious my instinct is to go and get small places Fuck your lease, I don't owe you shit Outlandish, I get low and I hover there Not branded, cause if they could they'd discover air Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear Stone Fragments trapped in air tight tupperware Who's missing? The headcount says minus 1 Dude, listen: Priest, my mouth is a zion's gun Intrepid, below ice like the submarine Been sectioned, looking at old tight drum machines Mixed potions, Hoping to grow like Thumbelin' Your shit's broken, so watch me roll like tumbleweed Old patterns breaking, interrupt duplicates No data: blank, your concept's toothless It's done [Chorus: P.O.S] I am a dead man walking Them streets ain't talking, man They busy talking on they phones Favoriting they problems, liking all they causes Can't help feelin' alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling, every feeling I can stand Unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up) Instead of lost in the infinite [Verse 2: Manchita] Woke up flat broke in a back seat Low-ball recalling til I choke down the caffeine Throbbing in my back when I feel the earth beneath my feet Life's no beach, it's a rabid dog in heat And I'm not your hostage, I'm hot potato—hash you out later Not now, I'm way too gone for the page you're on In fact I burned the whole book like my next high depended on it Batting fat lashes at the casting, ranting "Save the fucking dolphins, you guys," While I mash a tuna sandwich Fables never sounded so rounded and pounding Never wound down, never found out Who's counting, who's down with us Should be obvious not a network mess I guess that's why my cuticles uplift in upset for the present unkept Tenderness of my fleshiness Dead with the swelling of this particular winter's discontent [Chorus: P.O.S] I am a dead man walking Them streets ain't talking, man They busy talking on they phones Favoring all my problems, liking all my causes Can't help feelin' alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling, every feeling I can stand Unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up) Instead of lost in the infinite [Verse 3: P.O.S] Huh? Compare myself to who? Skitching on this mother ship Rock with a champion crew Fit in with this other shit I don't even know what they do I ain't tryna learn, it's servant shit I never knew I'm a professional profession skipper Never been a job I didn't quit to hit a stage and rip it Get it in, Get into it Better with this, off the map I'm ten and two-ing, keep it moving constantly Keep that foolish off of me Possibilities are literally limitless But that screen is inches from your vision, man That scenery is written text Tryna knowledge up this girl Who's talking on her phone though Typing hella awkward Bout some other chick she don't know Hate the hand dealt, self-help through selfie therapy Play the feels felt with your digital self, aimlessly Only dramatic people utter "no drama" Butter-nutting that beef they only seem to keep a pound of Right? Fuck

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Writers: Manchita
Open Mike Eagle
P.O.S.

Infinite Scroll

Infinite Scroll

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