[Intro] (click) (boot up) (deep breath) I had a shortcut to the top, I swear I did [Verse 1] Three words in a text box, coffee on my sleeve I hit “Create” like a jackpot, waiting to believe Told Su-No “make it simple—make it shine—make it clean” But it’s buffering my future at a hundred-seventeen (hold up) why the drums in the wrong key? (why’s the hook about a fish?) (who asked you to sing?) I’m chasing that clean lightning—no, not the cliché Just a clean little chorus that can pay my rent someday [Pre-Chorus] I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE EASY—THAT IT WOULD BE FUN Now I’m talking to the progress bar like “please don’t run” I’m so frustrated, so - [BLEEP!] -DONE (what—) NO, I don’t want this ‘bout unicorn neon thunder bull— (are you kidding?) [Chorus] One-click money machine, spit out a dream for me Turn my low-work input into big-brain currency Make it radio clean, make it stadium loud Then don’t you dare hand me a poem about a mystical cloud One-click money machine, I believed you’d set me free Now I’m stuck in revision with my ego and a you-ess-bee (again?) One-click money machine— Just give me the hit and let me breathe [Verse 2] It starts so perfect, then it veers like it’s possessed (“Verse two: destiny!”) nah, I requested “less” Ay-Eye’s in the comments like “add more cosmic fate” I’m like “buddy, I’m just trying to make a catchy eight” (render failed) (export stuck at ninety-nine) (file name: final_final_three) (laugh so I don’t cry) Maybe talent isn’t optional, maybe work is still a fee But if hope’s a little engine, I’m cranking till it sings Even if the magic comes with tangled little strings [Pre-Chorus] I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE EASY—THAT IT WOULD BE FUN Now I’m mute in the headphones till the chorus finally comes I’m so frustrated, so - [BLEEP!] - DONE (what—) NO, I don’t want this ‘3 am Streetlight glow - WHERE DID MY CREDITS GO! - - (AHHHHHH) [Chorus] One-click money machine, spit out a dream for me Turn my low-work input into big-brain currency Make it radio clean, make it stadium loud Then don’t you dare hand me a poem about a mystical cloud One-click money machine, I believed you’d set me free Now I’m stuck in revision with my pride and my caffeine (again?) One-click money machine— Just give me the hit and let me breathe [Bridge] [quiet, no beat, real talk] Maybe the shortcut was a mirror, not a door Maybe I’m the missing plugin, maybe that’s what I’m mad for So I’ll write it with my hands, then let the circuit shine Take the sparks that you can give and stitch ’em into mine (soft laugh) okay… okay… one more try [Final Chorus] One-click money machine, I still got dreams in me But I’m done chasing easy like it’s guaranteed Make it messy, make it true, make it punch through the doubt We’ll keep the parts that hit and throw the rest right out One-click money machine, meet me halfway—please I’ll bring the blood and bones, you bring the melodies (we got it) One-click money machine— This time the hit is gonna breathe [Outro] (click) (save) (exhale) Not one click… but it’s finally mine
