Prompt Likely Copyrighted (So I Rewrote My Mouth)

[Intro] Error box flash—my stomach drops— I breathe in: stop, shop, swap—and restart. [Verse] Suno throws that warning sometimes—false positive sting, So I rewrite a line, change the angle, change the ring. I’m not chasing someone else’s chorus, I’m chasing my own, But the filter can’t read my intent through the phone. I sharpen my syllables: glassy, grasping, grinning, Make the vowel path tricky—no easy spinning. [Pre-Chorus] I learn the lesson the hard way: Specific beats generic, every day. [Chorus] Prompt likely copyrighted—fine, I’ll craft it cleaner, I’ll build a hook from my kitchen, not a borrowed arena. If the gate slams shut, I’ll sing through the hinge, Make a song out of rewriting—sweet, stubborn, strange. [Break] . .! .. .! !! ... ! ! ! [Bridge] I keep the melody simple, the language wild, So the heart can hold it while the tongue runs miles. And when it finally renders, when the chorus lands— It sounds like my life, in my hands. [Outro] I rewrote my mouth. I rewrote the doubt. Hit create—let it out.