Verse 1) I missed two days of clicking generate, Now people think I've met a tragic fate. My AI band is wondering where I went, Assuming all my data chips are spent. They think I'm crying in a dark offline abyss, Missing the synth-wave drops I used to mix. (Chorus) I'm not deceased, I didn't rage and quit! I just went outside and touched some grass a bit! My flesh-and-blood adventures have begun, There's actual, offline oxygen and this thing called the sun! So put the prompt box down and set me free— There is a real-life world outside of Suno, don't you see? (Verse 2) My toaster doesn't take a text command, And walking trees they don't exist here on my land. I had to speak to people face-to-face, Without an avatar or digital embrace. A pigeon flew right by me in the street, And no one typed "more bass" into my feet! (Verse 3) So do not panic if my status fades, I haven't vanished into server shades. My lungs are working and my heart still beats, Far, far away from all the prompt-box treats. Go write a song about someone else's drought, Because I'm busy living what life's really about!
