In 2026, we’ve managed to do something pretty strange with social media: real people sometimes seem outnumbered by virtual ones. Fake profiles, fabricated identities, AI, people hiding behind a mask... the risk of forming a connection with someone who isn’t really who you think they are is becoming greater and greater. ㅤ This song is about that, but more importantly, about what it means for us: in a world like this, maintaining emotional stability may have become one of the most important skills we can have. ㅤ I dedicate this song to someone this happened to recently. He’ll know who he is. ㅤ ============================ ㅤ [VERSE] You'd leave a comment underneath my songs Then we'd keep talking after everyone was gone You knew the little things I'd never share After a while I thought you really cared ㅤ [CHORUS] Who was I talking to every night? Who made a stranger feel so right? Who was I talking to every night? And why did you know me better than I liked? ㅤ [VERSE] You'd ask me how the things I'd planned had gone Remember every story months beyond You made me laugh when everything went wrong Somehow a message turned into a bond ㅤ [CHORUS] Who was I talking to every night? Who made a stranger feel so right? Who was I talking to every night? And why did you know me better than I liked? ㅤ [VERSE] Then one night I saw your face again Different name beneath it, different friends Hundreds of profiles made to talk like you And that's when I learned there was never a you ㅤ [CHORUS] Who was I talking to every night? I won't mourn someone who was never alive Who was I talking to every night? I'll keep what I felt, you've got nowhere to hide Who was I talking to every night? Next time I'll make sure there's someone on the other sidemore

It happens to all of us. We try to save relationships even when, deep down, we know they're already lost. We keep trying, explaining, forgiving, sometimes even when the person on the other side simply isn't worth it anymore. ‎ But when you zoom out a little, the perspective changes. They say a small percentage of people, maybe 1%, seem almost incapable of being anything but deeply toxic. And that made me wonder: if that extreme exists, why wouldn't the opposite extreme exist too? ‎ Maybe there's another 1% out there who are exceptionally kind, inspiring, supportive, the kind of people who genuinely make your life better just by being part of it. ‎ And with billions of people in this world, it suddenly feels absurd to keep holding on to those who don't deserve that place. Every relationship I refuse to let go of might be taking up the space of someone I haven't met yet. ‎ So now, I'd rather leave that space open. Because somewhere out there, there may be that 1% who can be a real blessing in our lives. ‎ Video https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN82nB4pd https://www.instagram.com/reel/DdHAB7RoQsN/?stkn=MTg1Mnd0NnhxZ3lmYw== ‎ ============================ ‎ [VERSE] Some people give and use it for control Some people give to get something back Some people give because that's what they do But some people give asking nothing from you ‎ [CHORUS] Where are the ones worth looking for? Maybe there just aren't any more ‎ [VERSE] You made my kindness something you could use You crossed my lines and always found excuse You only stayed when you had things to gain You hurt me first, then left me with the blame ‎ [CHORUS] Where are the ones worth looking for? Maybe there just aren't any more Where are the ones worth looking for? Maybe I'm meant to meet the wrong ones more ‎ [VERSE] If one in a hundred lives that far from light Then one in a hundred could stand on the other side If someone can look at you and not even care Then someone can look at you and want to be there ‎ [CHORUS] Where are the ones worth looking for? If you're not one of them, forget me Where are the ones worth looking for? If you're not one of them, forget me Where are the ones worth looking for? I won't waste another second on those who don't see me Where are the ones worth looking for? Hope you'll find your one percent, mine's waiting for memore

Halfway through the City to City journey. Bronx was foundation. Queensbridge was mindset. Chicago was movement. Detroit was resilience. Atlanta was evolution. Houston is space. Houston showed that slowing hip hop down could completely change how the music felt. More room for the bass. More room for the words. More room for atmosphere. Interested to hear what defines the Houston sound most for you. Mo Hip Hop Every beat tells a story.more