Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - I Can’t Find the Vibe
Got a vape pen, dead again, battery fried
She said “You’re too old to be outside”
I said “Girl I paved the path you walk”
She rolled her eyes and hit me with a TikTok
Tried to chill at the beach with my boombox tunes
They called me “vintage,” said I “used cartoons”
I got Crocs on sport mode, socks up high
And apparently that means I wanna die?
I don’t get your slang, I’m lost in the mist
You got ten identities and an allergy list
You cancel a taco for cultural theft
But steal my vinyls like you pressed 'em yourself
I can’t find the vibe, it’s ghostin’ me
Gen Z’s got beef with my skinny jeans
I just wanna smoke and watch cartoons
But I’m too old for Discord, too young for The News
Yeah, I can’t find the vibe, it left the chat
Tried BeReal but I don’t post like that
I miss MySpace and AIM away signs
Now all I got is back pain and good rhymes
They got middle parts, we got receding lines
They pay for WiFi and complain online
I said “pull up,” they said “that’s sus”
And I’m the one who pays their Uber Plus
They ask for a sign, but I’m all outta zodiacs
I'm Capricorn rising, but I’m not your dad
I texted “K,” they said “that’s cold”
But I’m not mad, I’m just thirty years old
“Listen Gen Z... we love you... but you need a hug, a real one... not a virtual emoji sandwich... also, we invented memes. You’re welcome.”
I can’t find the vibe, it blocked my soul
Tried to Venmo my dealer, he said “Use Zelle, bro”
I still burn CDs like it’s ’03
They stream AI rappers with no melody
I can’t find the vibe, it’s lost in the feed
Too many filters, not enough weed
I’m just tryna roll with my tribe
But now I need two apps just to feel alive
I miss the days when vibes came free...
...and all you needed was a mixtape and iced tea.
(...and someone who didn’t ask your pronouns mid-sesh)