From the recording "Bout Our Love
Digital Love: A Modern Romance Through Technology
* The text expresses a passionate, tech-driven romantic relationship where communication happens primarily through digital platforms like Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, text messages, email, and FaceTime.
* The speaker feels deeply connected to their partner despite the virtual nature of their interactions, emphasizing phrases like “I got it got it” as affirmations of mutual understanding and commitment.
* References to technology such as Ethernet, passkeys, upload/download, and 4G symbolize both the medium of connection and the intensity of their bond.
* The couple met via Skype and maintains their relationship through constant digital contact—morning and night texts, sexting, video calls, and sending intimate photos.
* The speaker dismisses concerns about online interactions (e.g., liking others’ photos), asserting that their love transcends social media and cannot be broken by website drama.
* There’s a recurring theme of moving beyond words to action—'don’t talk about it, be about it'—highlighting a desire for authentic, real-time emotional and physical connection.
* Phrases like 'logged in', 'enter passkey', and 'command key' are used metaphorically to convey intimacy, access, and emotional readiness.
* The tone is sensual, enthusiastic, and celebratory of a modern, high-tech romance that’s deeply personal and emotionally charged.
Lyrics
All I wanna hear is “I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it”.
Last night was so incredible.
Unified field, holograph sensational.
Ooh I like it.
Come on baby don't stop it.
Let's step out of our techy
romance,
Ethernet
entanglement.
Picked up my phone,
my boo text me
Asking when’s
the next time he’ll see
my pretty face up on his screen.
Sent him a pic,
you know your girl is mean.
Jump off the plane at LAX.
Facebook message, he miss my sex.
Tweet baby boy what you wanna do?
Hit me back, the only word was “you”.
My G sent an email in Gmail.
Attached was a pic
of why I find him so swell.
Scan my heart
'cause I'm on my way.
No more flexin’,
it's time to play.
All I wanna hear is “I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it”.
Instagram, Facebookin',
talkin' tweet’n, textin'
'bout our love babe,
our love baby.
Just hit me, enter passkey,
don't talk about,
let’s be about our love babe.
I'm logged in baby.
“Damn, you didn't have to send me a picture like that.
Oh my goodness, and you sent more than one?
Oh, oh damn, my phone is going dead. BRB, BRB.”
Next step,
heated romance.
Command key,
come see me,
dance in our sea of energy.
Ooh child, you got me.
Those pics you send entice me.
Upload, shut down the town.
It's just ‘bout us
when I'm around.
My G sent an email in Gmail.
Attached was a pic
of why I find him so swell.
Scan my heart
'cause I'm on my way.
No more flexin’,
it's time to play.
All I wanna hear is “I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.”
Instagram, Facebookin',
talkin' tweet’n, textin'
'bout our love babe,
our love baby.
Just hit me, enter passkey,
don't talk about,
let’s be about our love babe.
I'm logged in baby.
Ha, don't talk about it,
be about it.
Yeah, let a real-real log in.
Tweet, tweet, retweet,
gone tweet about it.
Good hand when I poke, I'm all in.
She knows to pick up
when I'm calling.
And reply to all of my messages.
Good morning text,
good night text.
iPhone, FaceTime,
4G internet.
Good morning sex
to late night sex.
Shopping sprees overseas,
4Gs on your neck.
Our relationship crazy,
'cause Skype how we met.
And like Wi-Fi we connect.
However the situation might look.
Or how many hoes photos I like.
She don't trip over no Facebook.
Our love can't end over no website.
Send another pic download
sound bites.
Some days we'll talk
on the phone all night.
Just thinking and speaking,
we show them what it was.
Let's stop talking,
and be 'bout our love.
All I’m gonna say is “I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.
I got it got it.”