Hatin' On the Bot

I’m mad at the screen,

but I’m back for the song I talk like I’m done,

then I type and I’m on I say “I hate this bot,”

but I’m chasing that spark So cue up the beat—let me turn

it to art (yeah)

I’m scrolling, I’m rolling my eyes at the hype A million hot

takes, all the same in a stripe I wanted a voice,

got a mirror that talks Spits back what I feed it,

then tries to play boss But look—when the rhythm is locked and

it’s right

Even bad feelings turn into light So I’m aiming my anger at

bars on the page Make it ring in the room,

not stay stuck in a cage (uh)

Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m tired of the noise Maybe I’m scared

I’ll get used to this voice But if it can’t feel what

I feel in my chest Then I’ll sing it for real,

let the record do rest (ooh)

I’m mad at the screen,

but I’m back for the song I talk like I’m done,

then I type and I’m on I say “I hate this bot,”

but I’m chasing that spark So cue up the beat—let me turn

it to art (yeah) I

don’t hate a program,

I hate how it’s sold Like a shortcut to living,

like warmth can be told By a list of good phrases and

copy-paste care While I’m up at 3 a.m.

needing someone there So I’m taking the tools,

I’m refusing the spin If it helps me create,

then I’m letting it in Still,

I keep it human—every crack,

every breath I’m not asking for perfect,

I’m asking for depth (yeah)

If I’m yelling at a screen,

I’m really yelling at me At the part that wants an answer

with no risk, no bleed So slow it down—let the room tone

stay I’ll say what I mean,

then I’ll get out the way (ahhhh)

I’m mad at the screen,

but I’m back for the song I talk like I’m done,

then I type and I’m on I say “I hate this bot,”

but I’m chasing that spark So cue up the beat—let me turn

it to art (yeah)