*Verse 1* You’ve got three chords and a dream and a sleep free night, A melody floating somewhere between Enya and Third Eye Blind. You don’t need a label, a drummer, or fear— Just type in a prompt like *“make me cry, but make it queer.”* You got no band? No plan? No clue what a mixbus does? Suno’s got your back with a bass drop that still kinda slapsss. *Pre-Chorus* And maybe the key’s wrong, the tempo’s berserk, Maybe your love song sounds more like a dirge But every prompt is a prayer, each track is a try— And somewhere in the static, you learn to fly. *Chorus* You can write the greatest song on Suno, With a hook so bright, even ChatGPT says “whoa.” Make it sad, make it cute, throw in medieval lute— Let the synths go feral and the harmonies reboot. No rules, no gatekeepers, no need to play it cool— You can write the greatest song on Suno, And be trending cos you rule *Verse 2* You meant to do “folk,” but it came out “cyber gospel swing”— Now your heartache has lasers and an angel that sings. There's a kazoo solo where your bridge used to be— But maybe, just maybe… that’s pure artistry? Add “moody cello” and “sounds like heartbreak in French,” Then Suno gives you trap drums and a choir in a trench. *Pre-Chorus* So don’t fear the chaos, embrace the glitch, The ghost in the machine knows just when to switch. Your sad little verse becomes a Viking sea chant— And suddenly you're sobbing... and you don’t know why you *can’t.* *Chorus* You can write the greatest song on Suno, A six-minute epic 'bout your barista named Bruno. Add reverb till it sounds like they're singing in a cave— The whole god damn world your fine music willl save You don’t need sheet music or even a clue— You can write the greatest song on Suno, And it might just save *you.* *Bridge (Spoken Over Building Chords)* Who says art has to be perfect? Who says “AI” means it ain’t yours? If the feeling’s real, if the scream hits the ceiling— Does it matter how it gets through the doors? *Bridge (Sung)* It’s not the prompts, or the pre-sets, or the keys you forgot— It’s the guts to say, “This mess is me, take it or not.” *Final Chorus* You can write the greatest song on Suno, Where heartbreak meets MIDI in a prompted inferno. Make the strings sing backwards, let the saxophone cry— Let your soul hit the grid and your dreams amplify. From a bedroom to the cosmos, let the weirdness roll on— You can write the greatest song on Suno... Right now youre not globally trending With those credits that you've been spending So what? Who cares? Kick music in the face!