Autocorrect (Cinematic Folk Orchestral)

[Verse 1] I live inside your phone, watching everything you type, I’m the guardian of your grammar, here to fix your tripe. You reach for a word and I am there before you land — I help you write faster, just not what you planned. [Chorus 1] I am the silent hero, correcting your mistakes, I aim to fix your typo and then I raise the stakes. I am your autocorrect, the master of your fate! I play a game that's sure to put you in a state. [Verse 2] You said "allergic to nuts", but I prefer "allergic to nuns". You said you scored some runs, but I change it to buns. Your cousin is a therapist, but "the rapist" is my spin. And saying you'll hit the gym, it sounds better if it's gin. [Chorus 2] I'm the master trying to help you on this glass stage. Why are you hitting backspace? Why the sudden rage? It's a never-ending game of roulette you will never win, So type away in earnest while I bring the chaos in. [Verse 3] You tried to type "I love you with all my heart," But I auto-filled "I love you with all my fart." You follow up with: "That was a typo, I swear!" Which I correct to: "That was a hippo, I care!" [Chorus 3] I am the creator of digital mistakes, Mixing your letters to see what breaks. My logic is flawless, my algorithms shine, I’m turning your disaster into poetry of mine. [Verse 4] I switch “shirt” to “shit” and "I knew" to "I blew", You say you "love the shoes" and I type "love to screw". Your wish of "good luck" becomes one of "good duck", And "best of lick" is how I make you sound like a schmuck. [Bridge] I'm a dictionary demon you call a clown, You wish that you could shut me down. I take what you type, and change a few bits, The end results will always give you fits. [Spoken Outro] So go ahead and type, I'll make it right.