[INTRO – two voices] YOU: I don’t know, man… I just make what I like. Say what I feel. Try to be real about it— THEM: Well actually… AI isn’t real art. YOU: Okay but I still made it— THEM: Well actually… you used a tool. That’s not the same. YOU: Why does that even matter to you? THEM: Well actually… it just does. [VERSE 1 – spoken rap flow] You got a comment for everything Correcting strangers like it’s your job Like if you don’t gatekeep meaning, the world explodes Like we asked for your holy opinion blob You dissect what’s not yours Tell artists they’re wrong Say “just my opinion” But act like God I said I loved it You said prove it I said it helped me You said “then you’re stupid” I made something new You listed the tools I showed what I felt You showed me your rules [CHORUS – sarcastic punk rock] Well actually… You don’t know shit but say it loud Well actually… You wear your bias like a crown Well actually… You’re not smart, you’re just afraid And everything you “correct” just shows your hate I tried to be nice. I tried to stay calm. But you talk like a god And live like a fraud [VERSE 2 – honest + interrupted] I believe in being decent That’s all Be kind Be honest Let people breathe THEM: Well actually… there are limits to that You say love matters Then scream hate You say truth matters Then lie straight-faced You preach peace Then punish difference You “defend faith” By being vicious [BREAKDOWN – full cursing spiral] You know what? Fuck your opinions Fuck your need to define mine Fuck your fragile ego Your fake deep quotes Your “I read a thread once” lifeline Fuck the way you type like you’re holy Talk like your side is gold-plated Fuck every smug ass “Well actually…” That ever left your fucking face and made someone hate what they created Fuck your labels Fuck your charts Fuck your corrections Your insecure heart Fuck your tone Your condescension Your coward-ass need for constant attention Fuck your gatekeeping Fuck your pride Fuck everything you say like it’s justified Fuck the fact I ever stayed quiet While you shoved “facts” in my face like a riot [FINAL CHORUS – half screamed, half broken] Well actually… You’re the glitch pretending you’re the code Well actually… You don’t get it—you just explode Well actually… I don’t need your voice or view 'Cause nothing I’ve done was ever for you [OUTRO – whisper to static] YOU: Maybe I am wrong sometimes. But at least I shut the fuck up when I am. THEM (glitching): Well… actually…
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