[Intro] (Ugh) Yeah… check the mic, one two… is this thing on? (Heh) Feels like I’m spittin’ into the void over here. Everybody movin’ fast but ain’t nobody goin’ nowhere. Listen… [Verse 1] Hit 'em with a bit of the rhythm and I'm givin' 'em soul from the middle of my spirit, but they never wanna hear it They're caught up in the critical, pitiful individual, minimal-effort subliminal game that they're playin', I'm sayin' I'm fabricatin' a symphony, hopin' they have an epiphany but the only affinity they showin' is for the simplicity Of a button they clickin' and gettin' a quota that's quicker, the plot is thicken-in' I'm bleedin' upon the composition, a man on a mission with clear-as-a-crystal ambition But the condition is everybody's a politician, petitionin' for a position on top of the listin' I'm breakin' it down, every syllable, feelin' it, killin' it, hopin' the populous fillin' the comment box They just be droppin' a thumbs-up and runnin', the cunning are comin' to get what they want and it's honestly diabolical, comical. [Chorus] (C'mon) Do the Suno Shuffle, it's a digital scuffle One like for another, gotta build your buffer (Yeah) Hear the algorithmic muffle, in the chaos and the kerfuffle Nobody discoverin' what's under the cover, just another brother gettin' smothered (Let's go) Do the Suno Shuffle, it's a digital scuffle One play for another, in the feedback scuffle (What?) Hear the algorithmic muffle, got my creativity in a duffle 'Cause nobody listenin', they just follow another, empty lover under the cover. [Verse 2] I'm seein' the pattern, a million of 'em chatterin', flatterin' with a copy-and-paste, what a waste of the data and I can imagine 'em not even listenin', the track isn't even a fraction of the way in, the playin' is just for the transaction A blip and a skip and a click on the heart, they depart 'fore the art even starts I'm meticulously draftin' a lyrical passage, a paragraph of my passion, and they're just automatically smashin' A superficial reply, I wonder why I even try to provide 'em a piece of my mind When they’re leavin' it all behind in the mindless and blind little climb for a mention, the tension is buildin' I'm puttin' the pain in the pen and I'm spillin' it hopin' somebody is feelin' it, really concealin' it Is not an option, my soul is the product, but it's gettin' adopted by people who just wanna drop it. [Chorus] (Yeah) Do the Suno Shuffle, it's a digital scuffle One like for another, gotta build your buffer (Build it up) Hear the algorithmic muffle, in the chaos and the kerfuffle Hear the algorithmic muffle, in the chaos and the kerfuffle Nobody discoverin' what's under the cover, just another brother gettin' smothered (Let's go) Do the Suno Shuffle, it's a digital scuffle One play for another, in the feedback scuffle (C'mon) Hear the algorithmic muffle, got my creativity in a duffle 'Cause nobody listenin', they just follow another, empty lover under the cover. [Bridge] (So what we doin' this for?) Is it for the art? Or the spot on the chart? When the soul I impart is just torn all apart by a bot with no heart on a server? The fervor I feel is gettin' minimal, criminal, how the machine is the pinnacle. I'm tryna be lyrical, spiritual, but the visual is all that they see in the queue Am I gettin' through to you? Or am I just another two-minute diversion for you to continue your searchin' for… what? Another quick hit? Another fake fit? I'm callin' it quits on the counterfeit. Just another number in the system. (Gotta get my plays up, man...) Scrollin'... scrollin'... nobody's listenin'. (Another one... tap the heart and move on...) They're not listenin', man. (Empty...) Just... empty... (Yeah)
