Fuck AI

Intro

(Yeah...)

(Uh...)

Nah, fuck aey eye...

Fuck aey eye...

I'm tired of this shit.

Verse 1

Fuck aey eye, I'm sayin' fuck aey eye,

Everybody swear they artists, but they never even try.

Same damn prompts, same damn flow,

Hit "generate" then act like they wrote the whole show.

Man, I'm sick of typin' paragraphs all damn night,

Tweakin' every little word just to get it right.

"Prompt engineer," man, miss me with that,

I just wanna make music, I ain't signin' up for that.

Pre-Chorus

Learn how to prompt...

That's all they ever say.

Learn how to prompt...

Man, get the fuck out my face.

Chorus

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

Y'all don't write anyway.

So I'm takin' a break today.

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

I don't wanna type prompts no more.

I'm done knockin' on this digital door.

Verse 1

Fuck aey eye, yeah, I'm sayin' fuck aey eye,

Everybody rappers 'til they open chat jee pee tee.

Copy... paste... "Make it sound like me,"

Now you swear you got a masterpiece.

Every damn verse got the same damn soul,

Same damn punchlines, same damn flow.

You ain't write it—you just hit "send,"

Then call yourself a lyricist at the end.

Pre-Chorus

"Can you make it harder?"

"Can you make it rhyme?"

You ain't found your own damn voice,

You just borrowed mine.

Chorus

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

Write your own damn lines.

Quit pretendin' that they're mine.

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

Everybody wanna cheat today.

Nobody wanna bleed on the page.

Verse 2

Open chat jee pee tee before they open they notes,

Need a whole personality somebody else wrote.

"Make it Drake..." "Make it Mike..."

Damn, can you sound like your life?

Every record feel manufactured now,

Everybody chase a shortcut somehow.

No late nights, no writer's block,

Just regenerate around the clock.

Bridge

If your pen don't work...

Go sharpen your pen.

Don't ask a robot

To live your life again.

You can't Ctrl+C your soul,

Can't Ctrl+V your pain.

The realest songs were written

When somebody took the blame.

Final Chorus

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

Y'all don't write anyway.

I'm takin' a break today.

Fuck aey eye.

Fuck aey eye.

Close chat jee pee tee for once.

Find your own damn voice this month.

Outro

Yeah...

Stop askin' bots to write your whole career.

Pick up a pen.

Miss a few times.

That's how real songs get here. I'm gone.