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This track comes from Aaron's playful side — the one who finds humor in chaos and turns everyday absurdity into art. It tackles The absurdity of having sent 168,000+ text messages, what that says about a person, the stories those texts would tell. The lyrics get specific — "Double text king, yeah, I'm always coming" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The dance pop production matches the energy of the confession. It hits wild and braggadocious, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Hundred sixty-eight thousand messages and counting If you printed them all out, it'd be a mountain Good morning texts and late-night conversations Code reviews and weekend invitations Stransky's thumbs have run a marathon or two Every emoji sent, every argument I knew If texts were dollars, I'd be richer than the rest A-A-Ron's communication game is blessed [chorus] One-six-eight K, that's the message count One-six-eight K, let me break it down Every LOL, every heart, every angry face One-six-eight K texts floating through space [verse 2] Some were love letters typed at two AM Some were sorry messages I had to send again Some were code snippets to the developer crew Some were just me texting jokes nobody asked me to OG Unicorn stays connected, that's a fact Folly Beach's most prolific texter, and that's exact If you scroll my history you'll see the evolution From a Navy kid to a tech revolution [chorus] One-six-eight K, that's the message count One-six-eight K, let me break it down Every LOL, every heart, every angry face One-six-eight K texts floating through space [bridge] Read receipts on, I ain't hiding nothing Double text king, yeah, I'm always coming Blue bubbles only, that's the Stransky way Hundred sixty-eight thousand and I text every day [chorus] One-six-eight K, that's the message count One-six-eight K, let me break it down Every LOL, every heart, every angry face One-six-eight K texts floating through space [outro] And the number keeps climbing You'll probably get a text from me after this song