[INTRO – female choir, soft] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah, oh oh aw aw yeah [male hook – smooth, nate-style] is writing now just editing down are ideas even ours anymore or are they typed into the system spelled out slow for the G P T’s to store is this new music really art or a dump of expression and fears turned and churned in milliseconds from basic words into the best song heard in years [female choir under hook] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah [verse 1 – rap, webby energy, no “I” POV] pages used to bleed till the sunrise hit every line hand-thrown, no template fit now a bare little box on a bright white screen turns loose thoughts into full sixteen is writing essentially just editing now whole life chopped down, drag, resound are ideas even ours anymore at all or prompts in a field on a menu wall talking to G P T’s in the dead of night spelled out slow, let the bot rewrite this new music truly art or not or a dump of expression from a tangled knot turned and churned in a blink, no sweat milliseconds, full mix, no debt basic words fed in, big sound born chorus hit harder than the pain that formed [mini pre-hook – choir + ad-libs] oh oh aw, in the glow of the screen oh oh aw, is it real, is it clean [hook – nate-style + choir] is writing now just editing down are ideas even ours anymore or are they typed into the system spelled out slow for the G P T’s to store is this new music really art or a dump of expression and fears turned and churned in milliseconds from basic words into the best song heard in years [female choir] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah [verse 2 – rap, “everyone’s a producer now”] grandma made some hip hop loops at brunch karen made a theme song for the moms’ group lunch dad’s a dj now in his room past two spinning old rock like the tracks brand new baby cries in the night, that’s take one layered on a kick drum, now that’s “fun” dog bark at U P S by the front door chop, pitch, stretch – that’s the hook, that’s the core door bell hits with a four-note ring that’s the main riff kids all sing every house turned to a mini board every noise trying to be explored living room booth with a phone on stand whole block dropping singles on demand every feed flooded with a thousand forms this wave even replaced real porn [pre-chorus – half sung, half spoken] everyday life in a constant clip everything flipped into loops that drip if nothing cuts past glare and gloss that loud whole world still feels lost [hook – nate-style + choir] is writing now just editing down are ideas even ours anymore or are they typed into the system spelled out slow for the G P T’s to store is this new music really art or a dump of expression and fears turned and churned in milliseconds from basic words into the best song heard in years [female choir harmonies] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah, oh oh aw aw yeah [verse 3 – rap, future bit: gemeni / rosie / lego] twenty-twenty-seven, gemeni reads thoughts scrolls through the bloodline, drags old knots tells the truth about a slave-owning branch names in the roots that nobody ever glanced asks, wanna meet that lost uncle left out from the books, from the stories, from the family mouth? past hits hard in a bright white frame history glitchin’ in a login name rosie swept the floor, but not the trash that goes in a bin for a second pass saving that mess for filaments thin feeding that into the print heads spin new 3D printing lego brick machine turns old waste into bright, clean green kids build worlds from the cast-off grime click-clack ghosts from another time [bridge – sung, nate-style with female trio] professor nick makes a blues-soul korn bent-note pain in a digital storm choir on top of a low-tuned roar this shit’s even replaced real porn screens glow blue in a locked-door haze everything streamed in a feedback maze but one dry voice with a cracked-up tone cuts more deep than a polished clone [female choir under bridge] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah [final hook – big, stacked vocals] is writing now just editing down are ideas even ours anymore or are they typed into the system spelled out slow for the G P T’s to store is this new music really art or a dump of expression and fears turned and churned in milliseconds from basic words into the best song heard in years [hook tag – nate + choir] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah turned and churned, then it hits that ear oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah basic words, best song in years [outro – soft choir fade] oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah oh oh aw, oh oh oh yeah… [drums heavy to fade] [fade out sounds ]
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