He began his music career in 2018 by creating various comedic songs. In 2019, he released a 13 minute EP with four songs: "Maybe I Was Boring,β βFor Memories,β βWhite Wine in a Wetherspoons,β and βItβs All Futile! Itβs All Pointless!β the latter of which was remastered on Lovejoy's second EP in 2021. His first official project, "Your City Gave Me Asthma," was released on June 25th, 2020. He also released a few parody songs in 2020, with "Your New Boyfriend" being the most successful one, charting on Spotify and in the UK Singles Chart at #183 and #83 respectively. It also debuted at #2 on the Spotify Viral 50 chart and sold over 500,000 units in the US. His final parody, "Soft Boy," was released on September 26th, 2022, as a tribute to his fans. Adding onto that, on November 30th 2023, at exactly midnight, Wilbur released an album called "Mammalian Sighing Reflex" on Spotify.
Wilbur's music takes influence from artists like Los Campesinos, Crywank, Arctic Monkeys, and other indie rock and bedroom pop bands.
These days, he focuses on Lovejoy.
Internet Ruined Me
Wilbur Soot Lyrics
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Hmm-mm, mm-mm
My keyboard's like my heart
It shines in RGB and it's full of blood
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I'm scared, pissed off, and lonely
I have trouble speaking to women
Spend all my time on social media
This is the state that I'm in
My twitter feed's like my brain
'Cause I have it on dark mode
Memorize everything she says
So I can use it to guess her passcode
She's beauty, she's grace
She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face
To try and get more sponsors
To try and get more sponsors
But why don't you care?
I've spent the past ten years of my life making you prepared
You're political enough but not contrary
Sexual enough but not enough to scare me
Give me a reason not to be on my knees
'Cause the internet has ruined me
Hmm-mm
Look, I know I must sound insane
But that's part of the package
If she can't handle me at my worst
She don't deserve my mental baggage
I know you want six-foot-four
But one foot more and I'd almost be tall enough
To reach the high shelf, be your incel
I think I might be a threat to myself
A threat to myself
But why does she run?
When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income
It feels like my ideas of affection
Are based around artificial perfection
I just want to appease
That the internet has ruined me
Hmm-mm, mm-mm
Hmm-mm, mm-mm
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep (together)
In Wilbur Soot's "Internet Ruined Me," the lyrics describe the negative effects that social media and the internet can have on one's mental health, social skills, and relationships. The song opens with a comparison between the singer's keyboard and his heart, both full of blood and shining in RGB. He then confesses his struggles with women, feeling more comfortable with 2D or high definition versions of them. He spends most of his time on social media, which seems to have become a state he cannot escape from. In the second stanza, he compares his Twitter feed to his brain, both on dark mode and full of information about the woman he likes. He is frustrated that she seems to care only about getting more sponsors and not him. He begs for a reason not to kneel before her and recognizes that the internet has ruined him.
The song continues with the singer acknowledging that he may sound insane but implies that it is part of the package. He admits that he has mental baggage and that anyone who cannot handle him at his worst does not deserve him. He wishes to be taller and is aware that he might be a threat to himself. Then he expresses his frustration with the fact that despite giving away fifty percent of his income monthly, his ideas of affection revolve around artificial perfection. He just wants to please and reiterates that the internet has ruined him. The song concludes with a repetition of the line "We used to sleep on call together," which might be referring to a long-distance relationship that has fallen apart.
Overall, the song is a commentary on the impact that the internet can have on one's emotional and psychological well-being. Through the singer's words, we can see how social media and online interactions can lead to unrealistic expectations, self-doubt, and feelings of isolation.
Line by Line Meaning
My keyboard's like my heart
My keyboard is just as important to me as my heart is
It shines in RGB and it's full of blood
My keyboard has RGB lighting, just like how my heart is full of emotions
I don't know what is wrong with me
I am confused and uncertain about my own problems and flaws
But I'm scared, pissed off, and lonely
I am feeling a mix of emotions, including fear, anger, and loneliness
I have trouble speaking to women
I struggle to communicate with women in real life
Unless they're 2D or high definition
The only women I feel comfortable interacting with are those that are either 2D or in high definition, like anime characters or models on a screen
Spend all my time on social media
I waste most of my time scrolling through social media platforms
This is the state that I'm in
This is my current situation and mindset
My twitter feed's like my brain
My thoughts and opinions are reflected in my Twitter feed
'Cause I have it on dark mode
I use dark mode on Twitter to give off a darker and edgier vibe
Memorize everything she says
I pay close attention to what a woman says and try to remember every detail about her
So I can use it to guess her passcode
I creepily try to use her personal information to guess her phone or social media password
She's beauty, she's grace
She is beautiful and graceful
She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face
She has a stunning profile photo
To try and get more sponsors
She is trying to gain more sponsorships through her social media presence
But why don't you care?
Why don't you appreciate my efforts and dedication to you?
I've spent the past ten years of my life making you prepared
I've invested a lot of time and effort into being ready for you
You're political enough but not contrary
You have similar beliefs and values as me but not enough to challenge or disagree with me
Sexual enough but not enough to scare me
You're sexually attractive to me, but not enough to intimidate or frighten me
Give me a reason not to be on my knees
Convince me to not be submissive and obedient to you
'Cause the internet has ruined me
My obsession with the internet and social media has caused me to become socially awkward and creepy
Look, I know I must sound insane
I am aware that I come across as crazy and unstable
But that's part of the package
My eccentric and peculiar behavior is a part of who I am
If she can't handle me at my worst
If she can't accept and tolerate my flaws and quirks
She don't deserve my mental baggage
She doesn't deserve to deal with my emotional and psychological issues
But why does she run?
Why do women avoid or reject me?
When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income
I am giving her a significant portion of my income on a regular basis
It feels like my ideas of affection
My concept of love and showing affection
Are based around artificial perfection
Are focused on superficial qualities and appearances
I just want to appease
I just want to please and impress her
We used to sleep on call together
We used to stay up late talking on the phone
We used to sleep (together)
We used to sleep together, as in sleeping next to each other (not necessarily sexually)
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Written by: Wilbur Soot
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@estebastian7903
My keyboard's like my heart
It shines in RGB and it's full of blood
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I'm scared, pissed off and lonely
I have trouble speaking to women
Unless they're 2D or high definition
Spend all my time on social media
This is the state that I'm in
My Twitter feed's like my brain
'Cause I have it on dark mode
Memorise everything she says
So I can use it to guess her passcode
She's beauty, she's grace
She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face
To try and get more sponsors
To try and get more sponsors
But why don't you care?
I have spent the past ten years of my life
Making you prepared
You're political enough but not contrary
Sexual enough but not enough to scare me
Give me a reason not to be on my knees
The internet has ruined me
Look, I know I must sound insane
But that's part of the package
If she can't handle me at my worst
She don't deserve my mental baggage
I know you want six foot four
But one foot more and I'd almost be tall enough
To reach the high shelf, be your incel
I think I might be a threat to myself
A threat to myself
But why does she run?
When I'm monthly giving her 50 percent of my income
It feels like my ideas of affection
Are based around artificial perfection
I just want to appease
The internet has ruined me
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep on call together
We used to sleep (together)
@WilburPlays
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Stream: https://open.spotify.com/album/1pn57VoLelczoOHdNnEuCY
@rbbaking3530
Lol squid simp
@eridasdaj
pog
@toll5320
get that spotify bag
@TheCharmZ
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@robertstram3178
Um did you break up with your girlfriend or was this just for fun
@drperkyreal4686
Wilbur: βI know you want 6β4β
Also Wilbur: 6β5
@zillmopig
I think your joking, but if not: HOLY SHIT WHY IS HE SO TALL
@castorcorp_
THATS TALLER THAN MY DAD JESUS
@drperkyreal4686
ZillmoPig Iβm not joking. And heβs 198 cm which means heβs closer to 6β6