[Verse 1]
They called it innovation, I call it flames,
Battery drops faster than their service claims.
Folded screens, bent like my trust,
Every update a glitch, every fix a bust.
GS exploded? FAA on line,
Told me “it’s safe,” while I lose my mind.
Memory’s full, storage fake,
Warranty fine print? A cruel mistake.
[Pre-Hook]
Every charge a gamble, every app a fight,
Supposed to be tech, instead sleepless night.
Customer service like a phantom in air,
“Have you tried turning it off?” — thanks for the prayer.
[Hook]
Galaxy of lies, pixels disguise,
They hide the faults behind OLED eyes.
Folded my patience, cracked my screen,
The worst tech I’ve ever seen.
[Verse 2 — parody burn]
Airline can’t fly my exploding phone,
“Check FAA regs,” but I’m all alone.
Fremont repair? Oh, what a joke,
Waiting for weeks while your screen goes up in smoke.
Every memory leak like a sieve in the sea,
All this “upgrade” for misery.
Updates that kill apps, notifications delayed,
Support tickets vanish, all promises betrayed.
All that hype, all that fame,
I paid full price — you play the game.
[Bridge — trap-style / sarcastic]
Warranty? Ha! They laugh in code,
Repair queue like a never-ending road.
Folded six ways? I fold my patience,
Phone blows hot, now it’s a flaming sensation.
[Hook — reprise]
Galaxy of lies, pixels disguise,
They hide the faults behind OLED eyes.
Folded my patience, cracked my screen,
The worst tech I’ve ever seen.
[Outro — spoken / fading]
Sleek design, but it’s a trap,
Battery dies, support takes a nap.
Planes don’t fly it, Fremont can’t fix,
This tech’s a nuclear mix.
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