Time to create music

(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.