Ten Thousand Credits Later
[Title: Ten Thousand Credits Later] [Intro - Spoken, Southern Drawl] Thirty days. Ten thousand credits. I’ve got a bunch of new songs. You’d think I’d be done by now. Well… you’d be wrong. [Verse 1 - Country Rap, same female vocal] I wrote a song, thought it sounded all right, But the next generation might get it just right. Then I tried another, then a dozen more, Hundreds of credits burned and I’m still not sure! Got a brand-new chorus, got a brand-new beat, Changed the vocal six times ‘cause it sounded too sweet. Tried another version, then I changed the key, Then I added my voice so it sounds like me! [Pre-Chorus] I said, “One more try, then I’m calling it quits,” That’s what I said about a hundred times since! [Chorus - sing, catchy melody] Ten thousand credits later, thirty days gone, A bunch of songs written, and I’m still turned on! Not like that, you dirty-minded troll, I’m talking about music! I’ve got no self-control! Create, regenerate, give it one more spin, I know I said I’m finished, but I’m back again! My credits hit the floor, but my brain won’t quit, I’m a one-woman music factory trying to write her next hit! [Verse 2 - Faster Country Rap, same female vocal] Got love songs, sad songs, songs about my life, Funny little numbers that’ll cut you like a knife. Got songs about aging, songs that’ll make you laugh, And a couple old favorites getting brand-new drafts. “That one’s pretty good!” Yeah, I like how it sounds, But the second generation’s got a better low-down. Then the third one hits, and the fourth got me obsessed, But I’m chasing perfection like a woman possessed! [Pre-Chorus] I could’ve stopped at version number two, But what if version eleven’s the one that’ll do? [Chorus - sing, catchy melody] Ten thousand credits later, thirty days gone, A bunch of songs written, and I’m still turned on! Not like that, you dirty-minded troll, I’m talking about music! I’ve got no self-control! Create, regenerate, give it one more spin, I know I said I’m finished, but I’m back again! My credits hit the floor, but my brain won’t quit, I’m a one-woman music factory trying to write her next hit! [Bridge - Spoken, Mock-Serious] Yeah, I burn through ten thousand Suno credits in a month. Some of those were remixes. Some were new songs. Most were me changing one little word… And all of those were perfectly good songs that I just couldn’t leave the hell alone. [Beatbox Drop] [Verse 3 - Rapid-Fire Country Rap, same female vocal] Month went by, got a credit reset, You think I’m gonna pace myself? You wanna bet? I’ve got seven new ideas and a melody in my head, And a list of old songs that need a remix instead! I’ll be back at it before the night is done, Telling my husband, “Listen to this one!” He says, “Ain’t that the song you played yesterday?” I say, “I'm chasing perfection! Gotta have it my way!” [Final Chorus - singing, catchy melody, ping pong sound, Full Energy] Ten thousand credits later, thirty days gone, A bunch of songs written, and I’m still turned on! Not like that, you dirty-minded troll, I’m talking about music! I’ve got no self-control! Create, regenerate, give it one more spin, I know I said I’m finished, but I’m back again! My credits hit the floor, but my brain won’t quit, I’m a one-woman music factory trying to write her next hit! [Outro - Spoken, Southern Drawl] Well, that’s it. I’m done. It’s absolutely, positively ready to sing… …hang on. I’ve gotta change one more thing. [Beatbox] [End]
