This poem is about the instagram models I lowkey stalk. It's funny how people all around the world can be so thirsty for these girls but we've never even seen them in person.
Scrolling through Instagram, looking at these models,
Getting free drinks and champagne, passing them bottles,
Trying to get that high, so I'll give them a like,
Got me thirsty like I just went on a long hike,
Don't even know her, but that's my girl, superficial,
Got me fantasizing, and that's my girl, digital.