MAKE MY ANGER A SONG Let it burn the whole feed down MAKE MY ANGER A SONG ‘Til Suno finally hears the sound Of people who are sick of this MAKE MY ANGER A SONG If you didn't sit with the lyrics. If you didn't bleed over a chorus 10 times. If you didn't delete 8 bad verses before the good one... Then you didn't write it. The prompt did. Lock screen full of garbage again "ALBUM OUT NOW" from some random Myrddin dropped 3 in three minutes flat And I can’t even see my texts through that I’m DONE. I’m DONE. With this fake-ass "drop" everyone MAKE MY ANGER A SONG Scream it till the app breaks MAKE MY ANGER A SONG ‘Cause nobody’s listening anyway I made mine for ME Not for your algorithm So take your "Record #47" And shove it MAKE MY ANGER A SONG[Chorus] 2] Used to be music, now it’s a spam race Who can flood the feed in the smallest space I’m tired of opening my phone to noise I just want peace and one real voice TURN. IT. OFF. Mute the bullshit TURN. IT. OFF. Let me breathe a minute I don’t care about your volume I care about the silence[Bridge] MAKE MY ANGER A SONG Let it burn the whole feed down MAKE MY ANGER A SONG ‘Til Suno finally hears the sound Of people who are sick of this MAKE MY ANGER A SONG If you didn't sit with the lyrics. If you didn't bleed over a chorus 10 times. If you didn't delete 8 bad verses before the good one... Then you didn't write it. The prompt did. AI can make sound. But it can't make you. It can't make the 2am lyrics you wrote because you were actually mad, or sad, or in love. Dropping 3 "albums" in 60 minutes isn't being an artist. That's being a spam bot with a Suno subscription. An artist takes time. Even if it's messy, even if it's for you only. The craft is in the choosing. The cutting. The "no this line sucks, try again". You aren’t artists if you don’t write your lyrics Three albums in an hour? That ain’t it Call it a playlist, call it a joke But don’t call it art when you didn’t even spoke You call it a drop but the only thing falling is standards Manufactured catalogs, assembly-line anthems Press "generate", watch the numbers get handed Three LPs before lunch, but the soul still abandoned MAKE MY ANGER A SONG Let it burn the whole feed down MAKE MY ANGER A SONG ‘Til Suno finally hears the sound Of people who are sick of this MAKE MY ANGER A SONG If you didn't sit with the lyrics. If you didn't bleed over a chorus 10 times. If you didn't delete 8 bad verses before the good one... Then you didn't write it. The prompt did. You ain't writing, you’re mining — scraping vibes for content Clock in, clock out, drop another "statement" But where’s the blood in it? where’s the bruise and the battered You can’t mass-produce meaning, it’ll always come shattered I’m not hating the tool, I’m hating the hustle Turning music to mulch so the algorithm can rustle You say "I’m prolific" — I hear "I’m disposable" You say "I’m consistent" — I hear "I’m unknowable" Record breaking? Yeah. Breaking records and breaking trust Multi busting? Yeah. Bust out 10, but none of 'em adjust You got cadence with no message, got volume with no lungs Got a discography longer than the songs you’ve ever sung This ain't art if it don't cost you — time, pride, sleep This ain't real if you can do three in an hour and still eat MAKE MY ANGER A SONG Let it burn the whole feed down MAKE MY ANGER A SONG ‘Til Suno finally hears the sound Of people who are sick of this MAKE MY ANGER A SONG If you didn't sit with the lyrics. If you didn't bleed over a chorus 10 times. If you didn't delete 8 bad verses before the good one... Then you didn't write it. The prompt did.
