Come On 🤦 People 🤦 (Violin Rap Cover)

when the likes slow down and it gets in your head, and the lack of dopamine fills you with dread, when it may seem your scam has run its course, and your numbers are getting fucked by a horse, when suno breaks their site, and you've lost your way, you still have your bot to lead people astray. through all the tropes, the fake, the scripts, the slop, drop trou and squeeze, and it goes plop. come on people... come on... remember your first script? that's how it began, convincing everyone that you were their friend. chat g.p.t. will eventually get it right, vibe-code that fuckin' bot if it takes all night. your love is hollow, but your script never stops — and you top those lists because of all the likes it drops. through songs, replies, comments, and the slop, drop trou and squeeze, and it goes plop. come on people... come on... and someday, looking back at where you've been, and all the contests that you didn't win, and all the times you said "the game is required" while still making garbage that nobody desires — it's horse shit. come on people... come on... jesus fucking christ come on people... come on...