[Intro – spoken, with a smirk] Oh Mr. Brown, you wanted a story? Buckle up. [Verse 1 – strutting, bold delivery] I broke a string and wrote this verse, With coffee breath and a second-hand curse You said I lacked “structure, depth, and pain” But I made it rhyme and hum in the rain You typed your post like a bitter review While I scribbled hooks in a hotel room You want “direction”? Here's my lane: Middle fingers up in a lipstick frame [Pre-Chorus – cheeky tone, melodic phrasing] You wanted heartbreak in poetic disguise? I gave you heels, regret, and wine-stained lies You want a plot? You want a script? Here's a punchline with a backhanded twist [Chorus – high energy, shout-sung delivery] Cliché! Cliché! Cliché post! Mr. Brown, you roast but never boast No lights, no soul, no “greater theme” Just me rockin’ out while you daydream Cliché! Cliché! Cliché cry! This song’s a hit and you wonder why Hey! Mr. Brown—look who’s loud now Still no story? Wanna show me how? [Verse 2 – stomping rhythm, dry sarcasm] You said I’m “empty” with nothing to say But you scrolled, clicked, and stayed anyway Said it’s “so fake” — no substance, no art But I still live rent-free in your comment heart You want some meaning in a rhyme or two? Try “I did it my way,” tattooed and true I won’t rewrite just to please your pride I’m too busy dancing with tears in my eyes [Pre-Chorus – melodic, then rising with defiance] You want complex? You want finesse? But you can’t even clean up your own comment mess You want a song that bends the mold? Well I bent it, broke it, and sold it gold [Chorus – clap-back anthem, full band behind it] Cliché! Cliché! Cliché post! Mr. Brown, here’s your overcooked toast No plot? No twist? Still sings just fine Catchy enough to live in your mind Cliché! Cliché! Cliché burn! Keep the critique, I’ll take the turn Hey! Mr. Brown—feelin' alright? Is this cliché enough for you tonight? [Guitar Solo – playful, melodic licks with flair] [Bridge – spoken, sultry delivery with guitar feedback] I could write Shakespeare, bleed every line You’d still say I missed the climb So I’ll just dance in cliché boots You can keep your critic suit [Final Chorus – call-and-response backing vocals, punchy ending] Cliché! Cliché! Cliché post! Mr. Brown, you're the one I roast Said it had no point, no heat, no flame Yet here you are—remembering the name Cliché! Cliché! Cliché parade! Pop rock vengeance in a razorblade Hey! Mr. Brown—you still uptight? Is this cliché enough for you tonight? [Outro – fading guitars + dry spoken line] Guess you were the story all along.
