Текст песни
[Verse 1]
Scrolling through the feeds, a digital spree
Found some prompts, "AI music," wild and free
They’re sharing with the world, their sonic delight
"Make a sad jazz track, with a hint of bright light"
"Or a funk groove so deep, a robot’s wet dream"
"A chillwave echo, flowing like a stream"
But when I listen in, it’s all just a sham
Empty echoes, man, just a digital clam.
[Pre-Chorus]
They think they’ve cracked the code, the secret to the beat
But it sounds so bland, it can’t compete.
[Chorus]
Yeah, it’s uplifting hip-funk, but not in a good way
Just random algorithms, trying hard to play
They offer up their prompts, a manufactured art
But where’s the soul, the passion, the beating heart?
This synthesized sound, a sterile, polished gleam
Just hollow imitation, a digital bad dream
So I laugh at their prompts, this internet parade
This "AI music," man, it’s truly homemade… poorly made.
[Verse 2]
Next up on the list, a dubstep disaster
"Add a bass drop so loud, it makes your mind plaster"
"And a vocal sample, chopped up and forlorn"
"Make it sound like a space pirate, from a galaxy reborn"
Then comes the pop anthem, sugary and sweet
"With synths so bubbly, can’t be beat!"
I click and I play, and what do I hear?
Just a distorted mess, fueling all my fear.
[Pre-Chorus]
They think they’ve cracked the code, the secret to the beat
But it sounds so bland, it can’t compete.
[Chorus]
Yeah, it’s uplifting hip-funk, but not in a good way
Just random algorithms, trying hard to play
They offer up their prompts, a manufactured art
But where’s the soul, the passion, the beating heart?
This synthesized sound, a sterile, polished gleam
Just hollow imitation, a digital bad dream
So I laugh at their prompts, this internet parade
This "AI music," man, it’s truly homemade… poorly made.
[Verse 3]
So I’m sharing my own prompt, a genuine request
"Create a beat that makes your spirit manifest"
"With a groove that tells a story, deep within the night"
"And a melody that sparks, with pure unadulterated light"
"A raw, authentic feeling, that can truly move your feet"
"No forced emotion, just the genuine and sweet"
Let’s ditch these presets, and their shallow, hollow plea
And make some real damn music, wild and free!
[Pre-Chorus]
We'll crack the true code, the secret to the beat
With soul and passion, making music that's complete!
[Chorus]
Yeah, it's uplifting hip-funk, but the real, the good way
Where genuine creation, brightens up your day
We’ll craft our own prompts, a genuine new art
With soul and passion, a true and vibrant heart!
This organic sound, a vibrant, lively gleam
A true creation, a beautiful, waking dream!
So I’m done with their prompts, this fabricated charade
Let’s make our own damn music, where true magic is made!
