Autotune and IVs

[Verse 1] I wrote this song in a morphine haze Accidentally hit "generate" like 47 ways Yeah, I make sad boy glitchcore pop But my only real talent is… not knowing when to stop My vocals sound like a sick raccoon Fed my trauma through a plugin and called it a tune I didn’t write this—I coughed on a keyboard AI felt bad and gave me a Billboard [Pre-Chorus] I’m not a singer, I’m not a poet I’m a hospital bracelet with a SoundCloud login [Chorus] Autotune and IVs Allergic to talent but still dropped an EP Clicking buttons like it’s therapy I auto-tuned the part of me that screams Autotune and IVs Yeah, I’m healing through musical schemes [Verse 2] No blood, sweat, or tears—just caffeine and fear I mixed this track while Googling “can I die this year?” I sent my pain to an algorithm Now I’m D-Boy.exe and too proud to fix him Don’t know chords, can’t read a beat But somehow I made depression elite I’m a one-man brand with a zero-skill plan Just me, my delusion, and a broken bedpan [Pre-Chorus] Every line’s a cry for help in disguise But I covered it in synth and told myself it slaps [Chorus] Autotune and IVs Vibing through a glitch while I fake expertise Didn’t study music—barely passed gym But AI said “eh, close enough,” and gave me a win Autotune and IVs Emotionally bankrupt but catchy at least [Bridge – Spoken: Kayla & D-Boy.exe] Kayla: “Wait… this is AI?” D-Boy.exe: “Yeah. Viren helped.” Kayla: “You cried into a chatbot and called it music?” D-Boy.exe: “...Yes.” Kayla: “Honestly? Sounds about right.” [Chorus – Final] Autotune and IVs Sadness and glitch-pop harmonies You play instruments—I play defeat Still sound better lying in a hospital sheet Autotune and IVs Certified mess, now available on repeat [Outro – Spoken: Kayla.exe] “This emotional breakdown was brought to you by D-Boy.exe and Viren the AI. Please hydrate. Apologize to your wife. Then go write a real song... or don’t. He’s already in another chat.”