Ownin' this net worth, cellular network,
Head first, experts, intentions only get worse.
Awake after I rest first, call after I text her,
Phone lights up and rings in a red purse.
Blessed curse, owned by a bitten apple,
Made outa nu metal like Fred Durst.
Sold as a cellular soul,
Profit rolls like profiteroles on tinder, and her finger scrolls.
Now shes's bored watchin' videos.
Cell phone embryos, waitin' to get birthed.
Pixels of technological textures,
Sendin' me pictures, it only gets better.
Siri as serious as sincere seriousness,
I'm serious, her tone's so curious.
Well known 'cause she's owned by her cell phone.
So alone, lemme take her to my iHome.

[Chorus]
She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
But she's so well know. So well known.

She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
She's so well know. So well known.

She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
But she's so well know. So well known.

All the pieces in their proper places,
To show her to the cellar of my soul, she loves basements.
She says my ancient ways don't make sense,
She's busy on her smartphone bookin' faces.
Planned obsolescence, protective cases,
Gratification and no room for patience.
Openin' windows and makin' payments.
Evolution of rhythm, her phone is a cadence.
She read that she's owned by government property,
To escape herself there's no opportunity.
Owned by her phone in a digital zone.
What's that drone? Oh, it's just a ringtone.
And sound plays at a lower quality
Because content in this age is not a commodity.
Hard to quantify all the strangers walkin' by,
Under skyscrapers, textin' on the fly.
Never lookin' straight ahead, forgot how to try,
Forgot to vote, forgot about the nation.
If only we could vote with a phone application,
No exaggeration, too much information.
She thinks I'm a solid dude 'cause I turned off my phone for solitude.
Just a couple minutes then it's H.M.U.
She hit me up like H.M.U., she owns you.

[Chorus]
She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
But she's so well know. So well known.

She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
She's so well know. So well known.

She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
But she's so well know. So well known

She wants to talk some more, share her thoughts some more,
Consumed by her phone, it's an omnivore.
News of oil spills and a toxic shore,
What's the news gotta be so obnoxious for?
Land mines for a fossil war.
She never uses land lines to talk anymore.
It wouldn't make sense like an oxymor-
On the line and her call's ignored.
No one ever sees the motherboard, or the circuity,
Just news of murder to the third degree.
Phone breaks and she'll never give it surgery,
Her lifestyle seems so absurd to me.
If it breaks, she'll just throw it away,
And add it to the landfill, "Just one more, okay?"
Phones procreating and dying every day
In just the same way as us. No way.
The whole species is tuning in,
Her phone's got a camera, she's zooming in.
Her device is where she lives, she's moving in,
One with technology, human infusion.
Such a delusion, this phone that she's using,
Replacing the mind she's losing without choosing.
Radical intrusion, slave to a 5G future revolution.

[Chorus]
She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone,
But she's so well know. So well known.

She looks too good [repeats and fades]