(Intro: 7 secs - Soft lo-fi beat, faint vinyl crackle; whispered ad-lib) Yeah… tried to make a track. Man, not this again… (Verse 1: 20 secs - Laid-back rap flow, playful frustration) Opened Suno, had a vibe all mapped in my head Wrote the hook, picked the style, ready to spread Hit “generate,” waited for the beat to drop low Pop-up hit the screen—“you’re out of credits, gotta go” Stared at the monitor, felt a little bit dead Had my next big hit just floatin’ in my head (Chorus: 15 secs - Melodic pop hook, soft vocals) Out of credits on Suno, can’t make my song Stuck with just my thoughts, where do I belong? Out of credits, the beat’s stuck in my head Can’t turn it into sound, can’t get it out of my bed Out of credits, yeah, out of credits (Bridge: 10 secs - Soft rap + melody, hopeful twist) Then I saw the fine print—wait, it’s not the end Credits back in 24 hours, my friend So I’ll jot down my rhymes, let the melody brew Till the app lets me make it, fresh and new (Outro: 8 secs - Beat fades, whispered) Out of credits now… but back soon, y’know? (Soft click, beat cuts out)
