Verse 1 Dear Algorithm God, can you look my way? I lit three candles and I posted twice today I used the trending sound, I cropped it nice and tight I fed you all my weekends and you still ignored my light I watched a track go viral that was barely even mixed A guy said “yeah” for twenty seconds, now his rent is fixed Meanwhile I wrote a bridge with tears and subtle harmony You gave him seven million views and gave me my own family Pre-Chorus I am not jealous I’m just confused How did that duck-noise remix Get a hundred thousand use? Chorus Algorithm God, please put me on Lift me like a cheap fake tan at golden hour dawn I don’t ask for much, just a little holy shove A sprinkle of momentum and a flood of stranger love Algorithm God, I’m down here on my knees Begging for a playlist and some overseas streams If nonsense can go diamond, then surely I deserve One tiny blessed push into the public nerve Verse 2 I studied all the captions, all the hooks and all the bait I even did the thing where you pretend you almost hate Your own best song at first so then the comments start to fight But all I got was silence and one bot from Budapest at night I see the same four chord song become the voice of a generation While my masterpiece is rotting in a soft engagement station What secret code are others using? Blood? A private key? Do I need a ring light, fake beef, or mild public tragedy? Pre-Chorus I’m being patient I’m being brave But why’s a song called “summer chicken” Getting critical acclaim? Chorus Algorithm God, please put me on Lift me like a gossip clip that somehow can’t be gone I don’t ask for much, just a little sacred boost Turn my crumbs of data to a viral golden goose Algorithm God, I’m singing to your screen Polish up my failure till it looks like indie sheen If random noise with abs can rule the universe Then let my needy little anthem be your next absurd success Bridge I will hashtag with devotion I will dance in mild humiliation I will fake a casual caption “Guys, this old thing? Just a demo…” I will post at perfect timings I will feed you all my findings I will sell my soul for maybe Thirty thousand saves by Friday Tell me what you want from me A sacrifice? More relatability? Should I cry in better lighting? Should I date a drummer publicly? Breakdown Push me, bless me, juice the stats Send my song to girls with bangs and boys in mesh and insomniacs Let one big creator find it while they’re half awake in bed And use it for a breakup reel with glowing caption text Final Chorus Algorithm God, I have been good I made the clips, I did the tease, I chopped the chorus where I should Now I am asking nice before I fully lose my mind Please let my weird little song become the soundtrack of the timeline Algorithm God, hear my whining prayer I know taste is not the system but I’m still inhaling air So take this desperate masterpiece and do your chaos thing Make the dumbest people on the planet call my lyrics “everything”
