[Intro] My phone learned a new tone [Verse] April headlines say “make room” Let rivals speak inside Android Choice on paper, choice in settings Choice in a menu you never open My mom just wants a map My cousin just wants a job And I just want one device That doesn’t treat me like a market [Chorus] A pocket full of assistants And I still feel alone If every voice can answer Who hears me say “no” A pocket full of assistants I want quiet I can own [Verse] They talk about fairness like it’s clean But clean is hard in a crowded room I watch toggles multiply I watch permissions blur Then I turn off what I can And hope I didn’t miss the one that matters [Bridge] If the future is choice Teach us how to choose [Outro] I set the phone down And look at the sky
