Terms of Regrets

[Intro – Spoken, sarcastic tone] By clicking this button, you agree to... Uh… yeah, sure. Whatever. Click. [Verse 1 – Rap (Male/Female)] I just wanted beats and a sick new flow Now I’m 10 pages deep in some legal lingo Suno popped up like, "Accept or leave?" So I sold my rights just to make a beat Gave ‘em my name, my dog, my soul My grandma’s cookies, my Netflix scroll Clause 42 said they'd own my dreams But I was vibin’, just clickin’ things [Chorus – Electro-pop hook] “I agree — but I don’t know to what Scrolled so fast, that box got crushed Did I sign up to be tracked for life? Or just remix songs with a click and a mic?” “I agree — yeah, sure, let’s go What could possibly go wrong though? If you read the fine print, you’re the 1% I click ‘Accept’ — and just repent.” [Verse 2 – Rap (faster)] I didn’t read the section marked “ARBITRATION” But I might be locked in a secret nation Terms longer than my college thesis Signed away rights just to rhyme like Jesus Might owe Suno 80,000 bucks If I ever say "AI sucks" Did they claim my voice? My face? My cat?! Yo, this ToS reads like a Marvel contract [Bridge – Spoken/Rapped breakdown] Section 8.2b: If you dream of music, we own the BPM of that dream. Wait... what?! Clause 13: You may not vibe too hard on weekends. Oh come on! [Chorus – Repeat with variation] “I agree — and I still don’t know Signed it all for a 3-minute flow Could be mined for ad campaigns Or trained to rap in Martian brains” “I agree — yeah, no regrets Did I just marry a corporate pet? I clicked so fast, it made a sound Now Suno owns my voice... and ground?” [Outro – Dramatic melody + soft vocoder voice] So if I disappear in a legal fog, Tell my playlists I said so long. I clicked ‘I agree’... just wanted a beat. Now I live in Section 10.3 — discreet. ...Terms apply.