Verse 1: Wilbur Soot
My keyboard's like my heart
It shines in RGB and it's full
I don't know what is wrong with
But I'm scared, pissed off and
I have trouble speaking to women
Unless they're 2D or high
Spend all my time on social
This is the state that I'm in
Verse 2: Wilbur Soot
My Twitter feed's like my brain
'Cause I have it on dark mode
Memorise everything she says
So I can use it to guess her
She's beauty, she's grace
She has a profile picture of her
To try and get more sponsors
To try and get more sponsors
Chorus: Wilbur Soot, Chevy
I have spent the past ten years of my life
You're political enough but not contrary
Sexual enough but not enough to
Give me a reason not to be on my
The internet has ruined me
Verse 3: Wilbur Soot
Look, I know I must sound insane
But that's part of the package
If she can't handle me at my
She don't deserve my mental
I know you want six foot four
But one foot more and I'd almost
To reach the high shelf, be your
I think I might be a threat to
Chorus: Wilbur Soot, Chevy
When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income
It feels like my ideas of
Are based around artificial
I just want to appease
The internet has ruined me
Outro: Wilbur Soot & Chevy
We used to sleep on call