"I need to give out these roses while I can, let me say it cos its real you took the words I used to hide and made them something she could feel" ... yeah... I heard Joyner say to give roses while you still can so here they are These roses are for Suno Mikey Georg Martin Keenan and the whole damn team thank you, for real, you really dont know what this means from the developers to the user support, please shout out to Josh who helped me out just this week thank you everyone, shit, like, seriously executives, engineers, the person pumping the product dreams Every last dude or dudette responsible behind the scenes Might be exhausting and probably playing a steak in part of the beef Thats ruining some of the teams families Even if today you dont get a break to eat just know we appreciate your expertise Shit, Im just playing I know you probably treat staff well Right, ... right? Anyway Hotwife of Pi thank you Suno Cos I've had notes in my phone that I treated like trash now theyre feeling like tracks as Im hearing them back like wait, thats mine, that line, that love, that pain, that heat I used to hide all my words like it werent that deep now when I play my songs, my mate dont speak he just looks at me like, shit, you made this? well played, shit yeah, well, at least I wrote it, used suno to generate it Ive had this fucking thing in my phone for far too long, shit Shouldnt sing, wouldnt play, couldnt make music connect Ive got decades of lyrics living inside my head then Suno put my work in the world through the words Im so glad I kept Ive made a decision that my vision can make an incision Cut cold composition on the screen as my S pens goes red like, really, you helped me make my wife cry, and this time not from hurt, but from hearing my words, like you helped me to form love In a way I never would or could have placed into performance gave my words a life as you gave my wife my words and sang with soul in the chorus Cos I'd have never sung them to her never stood there with the nerve so the realest things I write would always look stupider than they were nothing more than notes in my phone she might have found when I was gone daft scribbles she'd have thought were just poems in a folder she'd find but you helped me wrap them up in music and made the meaning feel and thrive, so suno this is me giving you your roses for helping me give my wife hers while Im still alive roses while I can let me say it cos its real you took the words I used to hide and made them something she could feel I had love tied up on my tongue that I never wouldve sung now its coming out the speakers instead of dying on my phone so Im giving you your roses cos you gave my words a stage helped me give my wife her flowers while Im still here to see her face Ive never lacked the feeling or way to frame it had a mind full of music but just no voice to contain it Id write it, then hide it then call it too dramatic like love was only valid if I made it more poetic cos I could type “I love you" till the keys give in but White Widow can tell the silk of the web that we weaved in Happy nights, hard years, lots of laughs, internal bruises Without you suno everything I've wrote wouldve been useless she could have only have heard the music how I infused it through you, shit the bits that always felt awkward to say feels amazing when its sung And I finally found a way to get the air out my lungs so when she hears it, she hears me not a short message or a note, shit or a half finished thought that I threw in a folder on my phone as soon as I wrote it so suno this is me giving you your roses for helping me give my wife hers before Im going roses while I can let me say it cos its real you took the words I used to hide and made them something she could feel I had love tied up on my tongue that I never wouldve sung now its coming out the speakers instead of dying on my phone so Im giving you your roses cos you gave my words a stage helped me give my wife her flowers while Im still here to see her face Hotwife of Pi © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
