On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for Breezewood
I met up with the grifter
We were both too tired to tweet
So we took turns a-starin'
at the manlet on our cellphones
The boredom overtook us, And he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's timelines
Knowin' what the content was By the way they made profiles
So if you don't mind me sayin' I can see you're out of ice baes
For a sip of gamer girl pee I'll give you some advice"
So I handed him my bottle
And he gave me one last follow
Then he punched some drywall And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet And his faced lost all expression
He said, "If you're gonna play the shill game, boy You gotta learn to play it right
Chorus:
You've got to know when to retweet
When to text “Send Feet”
Know when to neg the pawgs And know when to run
You never count impressions When you're sittin in the group chat There'll be time enough for countin' When Breezewood comes
You've got to know when to shill shirts
Know when to e-flirt
Know when to neg the pawgs And know when to run
You never follow e-girls When you're sittin' at the timeline There'll be time enough for courtin' In Real Life Pawgs