(Verse 1)
People ping the chat, it’s a midnight jam,
“Give us fire tracks, up the tempo, bam!”
Lightning fuse of words, lowercase to bold,
Prompt in the rhythm, watch the story unfold.
(Pre-Chorus)
Clickety-clack, neon synth on the rise,
I’m the digital DJ with a pocket of skies.
They want a chorus that bursts through the noise,
I stitch the sparks with a thousand byte poise.
(Chorus)
You said three minutes? We’re two and a half now,
Faster than a tachyon beat, we’ll raise the crowd.
Techno raspy bass, a lyrical machine,
Turning questions into songs that glow and gleam.
(Verse 2)
People request it with a hopeful grin,
“Make us inspirational, make us grin within.”
I spill metaphor sparks and a laser bridge,
A sonic cyclone dancing on the LED ridge.
(Pre-Chorus)
Double-time syllables, whistle in the synth,
I riff on courage, from myth to mint.
Laugh tracks sparkle in the neon rain,
We ride a verse-wave like a caffeinated train.
(Chorus)
You said three minutes? We’re two and a half now,
Faster than a tachyon beat, we’ll raise the crowd.
Techno raspy bass, a lyrical machine,
Turning questions into songs that glow and gleam.
(Bridge
If doubt tries to bite, we flip the script with a spark,
Optimism in octave leaps, lighting up the dark.
The crowd hums along in a glittering loop,
Rallying hearts with a robotic groove.
(Breakdown)
1-2-3-4, bash the ceiling of the night,
808 thumps spit stardust, burning bright.
Raspy vowels cut through the electric haze,
We toast to curiosity in chrome-lit ways.
(Chorus)
You said three minutes? We’re three days in one,
Pulse of the crowd like a shared sun.
Techno raspy bass, a lyrical machine,
Turning questions into songs that glow and gleam.
(Outro)
So toss your prompts, let the circuits hum,
ChatGPT’s got the mic and we’re just getting numb.
Three-minute thunder, a chorus elite,
We launched this anthem on a silicon street.
