Track Theme:
This is capitalism in mascara. Fame for sale. Identity as a product—and you’re complicit. It’s seductive, self-aware, and perfectly monstrous. This isn’t just commentary—it’s a character study in digital delusion and emotional debt.
Produced: July 3, 2025
Music, Lyrics, and Performance by: Raymond Brogan & Alice Walker
©2025 Raymond Brogan | Adrenaline Production | All Rights Reserved | Cover Art and Lyrics
VERSE 1
You want my face? You want my brand?
You want the vibe you don’t understand?
I sell you dreams in dopamine
My comments crash your self-esteem
I trend, I bend, I breathe your feed
I fake the life you wish you’d lead
I’m not a person—I’m the pitch
Swipe my soul and call me rich
PRE-CHORUS
This isn’t fame—it’s just a leash
A smile per post, a deal per reach
But play along, I own the show
Your envy pays what brands won’t owe
CHORUS
I am the influencer—pay me
Stream me, sell me, clone me daily
I don’t blink—I monetize
My soul’s a filter in disguise
I am the icon you create
The mirror filled with glam and hate
You want me? Then don’t delay me—
Get in line and...
💸 Pay. Me. 💸
VERSE 2
My likes are armor, thirst’s my blade
I sell my breakdowns custom-made
I cry on cue, then dance the storm
A thousand views before I'm warm
I don’t exist without your click
I’m viral, lit, and slightly sick
You want the mask? Then meet the fee
I post my truth selectively
PRE-CHORUS
You shaped me from your deepest lack
Projected dreams I mirrored back
But now I bite, I break, I brand
Just give me likes—or pay the hand
CHORUS
I am the influencer—pay me
Bleed me, praise me, idol-cage me
I'm your addiction’s mirrored spark
A manufactured question mark
I smile, you scroll
I cry, you rate
I live, you laugh
I die... you wait
BRIDGE (whispered)
Am I the product or the plague?
The fame you chase or trend you fake?
You built this cage, now call me King—
A perfect glitch in your routine
FINAL CHORUS (chaotic)
I am the influencer—pay me
Worship me, exploit me, frame me
You dreamed me up, now feed the void
I’m what your silence can’t avoid
And when I ghost, don't cry for me
Your digital divinity
I lived for likes—now set me free
But first—*pay me.*