#ByDOT🔥 NDC CHALLENGE ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ 🎵 NDC – NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE 🎵 The Scandinavian home for Suno creators & genre play ✨ Join us on Discord, create with us, challenge yourself! Open for all from 🇩🇰 🇸🇪 🇳🇴 🇫🇮 🇮🇸 🇬🇱 🇫🇴 🇦🇽 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved [Verse 1] I butter your bread while you brag about your day, You track mud in the hall — guess who wipes it away? Dinner on the table, laundry folded like a saint, You call it “help” when you breathe near the dishwasher — what a complaint. [Pre-Chorus] “Make me this, make me that,” you preach like a king, But I’m choking on the crown you never earned a thing. When that door slams shut — That’s when I rise. [Chorus – gang shouts] MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! I clean your mess, then I wreck the floors. MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! Housewife riot when you’re out the doors. [Verse 2] Vacuum humming fades to bass drums thundering, Apron hits the ground — that freedom’s rumbling. Mops become weapons of midnight fun, Your spotless kingdom’s where my rebellion’s begun. [Pre-Chorus 2] You want perfect peace? You want perfect care? Funny how you vanish when the work’s in the air. The second you’re gone — The revolution roars. [Chorus – gang shouts] MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! I clean your mess, then I wreck the floors. MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! Moshpit housewives settling scores. 🔥 Nye vers — tilføjet som ønsket [Verse 3] Your to-do list grows while you rest your feet, I’m the project manager you forgot to meet. Bills paid, forms filed, your calendar aligned, But my name’s not on the credits in your tiny mind. [Verse 4] You call it “nagging” when I fix your life, But you’d crumble in a week without your ghost-housewife. I juggle everything while you call it fate — Funny how incompetence looks like “delegate.” [Pre-Chorus 3] But your kingdom cracks when my patience drains, Your throne’s built from my unpaid pains. When silence hits the room — The riot wakes. [Chorus] MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! I clean your mess, then I wreck the floors. MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! Aprons drop — and the fury soars. [Verse 5] Your “man cave” shrine with your trophies of dust, Guess who cleaned it last? Yeah — adjust. Your glory days stink like your unwashed gear, And I’m the mythic creature keeping it clear. [Verse 6] Your boys’ night out leaves dishes like art, Every bottle a monument to your missing heart. But when you’re gone, I’m loud and free — Your absence is the gift you gave to me. [Pre-Chorus 4] I’m done being brakes for your runaway pride, There’s thunder in the chores you make me hide. Tonight the walls will know — Who runs this house. [Final Chorus – double tempo] MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! From kitchen chains to hardcore wars. MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! I scrub your world — then I break the doors. MAKE ME, MAKE ME — UP YOURS! Housewife uprising on polished floors.
