"Flip Phones" lyrics

"Flip Phones"

I been losing my opinions in a vanity sweat
No cursive in my living room
I ain't dead yet
It's a long winding road
And I been following it quite well
It's like I'm artificial

These days moderation gets you caught in a storm
We levitate but then the grass ain't quite so strong
Oh, how did they do it
Before the flip phone hit
And a generation lost its shit

I know I'm about to lose control
But another might just soothe my soul
Yeah, one more just to soothe the soul
Cause these days are out of control

Now I'm faced up with my demons
Placing counterfeit bets
Nother cold wedding season
I'm having midnight sweats
Oh yeah, I know I'm losing control
But everyone is artificial

These days moderation gets you caught in a storm
We levitate but then the grass ain't quite so strong
Oh, how did they do it
Before the flip phone hit
And a generation lost it's shit

I know I'm about to lose control
Yeah, one more just to sooth my soul

I know I'm about to lose control
But another might just soothe my soul
Yeah, one more just to soothe the soul
Cause these days are out of control

These days are outta control
These days are outta control
These days are outta control


Writer(s): Sam Ahrendt, Maija Sjogren, Don Clark Steele
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