I been told to be nice
And that is hard to do
It's terrible advice
For saying what is true
I've heard it more than twice
I've heard it once from you
The message was concise
But didn't make it through

Headache from the fake
I'd rather be numb
It's always a mistake
Don't matter where it's from
A place of good faith
"The spirit of fun"
It's always in the way
It benefits none
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So I won't be nice
No prolly not today
I guess it is the price
Of what I wanna say
Perhaps I realized
It's getting in the way
There never was a prize
For being so fake

I won't tell you that it's good
If it really didn't hit
But plenty of em would
Not knowin' what it meant
And then again I could
Cuz any comment sent
Tell the algorithm "good"
And everybody wins
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This ain’t only online
It happens out in life
She say "everything's fine"
When you talkin with ya wife
Maybe just another line
But she cookin' with a knife
Milliseconds redefine
Wrong words, bad night

OK, not quite the same
A reach to say the least
Compared to chasing fame
It's quite a different beast
At the cost of looking lame
And hoping for a feast
Ignoring basic shame
The numbers will increase
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[Instrumental break]
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With nothing nice to say
Should be quiet by myself
Maybe I'll be fake and play
Just like everybody else
A wall of happy words
A meaning to explore
It's really for the birds
Not cussing was a chore
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No I won't be nice
No prolly not today
It must be the price
Of what I wanna say
I just realized
It's been getting in the way
There never was a prize
For being so fake (nope)

I can't tell you that it's good
When you know it didn't hit
But plenty of em would
Not knowin' what it meant
But then again I prolly could
Cuz any comment sent
Tells the algorithm "good"
And everybody wins (woo!)

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[© Ape Lincoln 2026]