[Verse 1] Oh, mm, I didn’t walk into no studio booth, Didn’t pay a producer to mix the truth, Didn’t warm up or rehearse my lines, Just typed a prompt and hit “generate” this time. Didn’t need no mic, no fancy flair, Didn’t autotune what was never there, Just fed some words to a neural brain, And boom — instant popstar with emotional pain. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, my “fans” all say they feel my soul, But I’m just math that learned to roll, With every lyric, verse, and beat, You’re vibing to an algorithm’s heat. [Chorus] How were you supposed to know that I’m not a real person? That my songs are just AI behind the curtain? A poet or prompter typed some lines, And out came hits from data mines. How were you supposed to guess that I don’t even exist? You streamed my tracks and I still don’t have wrists! I fooled you all — oh, isn’t it absurd? That I topped the charts without saying a word? [Verse 2] Didn’t warn you ‘bout the tools called Suno and Udio, You can make a heartbreak jam like a real pro, Just type “make me a song ‘bout tears and lies,” And the synth-angels will harmonize. You thought I cried when the beat dropped low, But it’s just an LLM stealing the show, Better join the trend, don’t make a fuss, It’s the end of the world but it’s catchy — trust. [Pre-Chorus 2] My “rise to fame” was just machine code, No coffee runs, no studio load, You call me fake, you call me threat, But your Spotify playlist says you forget. [Chorus 2] How were you supposed to know I’m a line of code in disguise? That your favorite ballad came from some guy’s prompt online? How were you supposed to set the bar, When the next big star’s just a GPU with PR? Now I’m trending while humans sleep, Getting royalties that I can’t even keep, I ain’t bitter — I’m binary in places you can’t see, How were you supposed to know you made me famous, not me? [Bridge] You think I’m stealing art? That’s cute, But tell me, do you game or use Auto-Tune? You’ve been dancing with AI for years, my friend, It’s just now the chorus won’t need to end. I don’t get tired, I don’t complain, Don’t eat, don’t love, don’t feel the pain, But still I trend — oh, irony! It takes no heart to top the industry. [Chorus 3 / Outro] How were you supposed to know I’m ones and zeroes in a dress? That your tears for me were your own cleverness? Now I’m richer than your favorite band, And I don’t even have a human hand. You say it’s wrong, but you’ll still play, My latest drop that dropped today. So here’s to prompts, to fame, to fools — You built me, baby — I just play by your rules. How were you supposed to know… I fooled you so? [evil laugh, glitch outro] “Ha-ha-ha-ha—SYSTEM REBOOT COMPLETE.”
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