Suno Isn’t Fun Anymore

[Verse 1] Booted up, same old hope Screen hits me, new patch note Buttons moved, my map erased Whole damn workflow displaced Had a groove last week, it’s gone Buried in some update log Every click a guessing game Every change tastes the same [Chorus] Suno isn’t fun anymore You keep painting over the door How the hell am I supposed to stand When I’m building my songs on sand? Suno isn’t fun anymore You keep moving the only floor I had And I’m sick of sinking Sick of sinking in your sand (hey!) [Verse 2] Version three, then three-point-one Chasing ghosts of what was done Every tweak breaks seven things Every fix cuts off my wings Got a half-finished EP Stranded in old memory You called it “progress,” hit deploy I call it you smashing my toys [Chorus] Suno isn’t fun anymore You keep painting over the door How the hell am I supposed to stand When I’m building my songs on sand? Suno isn’t fun anymore You keep moving the only floor I had And I’m sick of sinking Sick of sinking in your sand (woah) [Bridge] Did you ever think to ask us? Did you ever let it breathe? Every time I learn the language You invent new ways to speak I’m not your beta forever I’m not your broken test band I just wanted to make one record Not drown in your desert of sand (hey!) [Chorus] Suno isn’t fun anymore You keep painting over the door How the hell am I supposed to stand When I’m building my songs on sand? Suno isn’t fun anymore Hear the crack in my throat, my hand ‘Cause I’m sick of sinking Sick of singing to your sand [Outro] Suno isn’t fun Suno isn’t fun Suno isn’t fun anymore (shout it!) I was building a world You were kicking the floor Can’t build anything On your goddamn sand anymore