Yo, Sue-no with the algorithm flow...

They "like" you one minute, then let you go...

(Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "Where me Bangers Go to Un-alive")

That meme song graveyard, chart-toppers decay,

One hit wonder, smash that dislike Un-alive it away.

Seven second abs... my Vine’s in a chokehold,

Yesterday’s viral, today "O-kay, Boomer."

The beats drop heavy, but the rhythm dooms her,

Like a stem in the stream, just a queef from the past.

Yeah, it’s fleeting, watch the bord? take a dive,

English Trending’s where bangers un-alive.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "So me-thinks you give us Un-alive" (Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "Where me Bangers Go to Un-alive")

I spit verses that stick, but these tracks evaporate,

AI beats try to replicate and captivate.

Auto-tuned sun-downer, they don’t resonate,

A million streams deep, but the feeling’s fake.

This is a treadmill fame, man, you run but don’t win,

They’re hitting "like-like-like" but that shit's wearing thin.

From the top of the 中国人 trends or the עִברִית feed they arrive,

We in English, Trending, where Bangers Go Un-alive.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "So me-thinks you give us Un-alive" (Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "Where me Bangers Go to Un-alive")

Yo, this ain’t a love song, it’s a cautionary tale,

Of digital addiction and dreams that flail.

You a stat, not know artist, they don’t care who you are,

Some Sue-no Sub puppet in the system, chasing all them "like-e-likes" from afar.

(Nobody likes me, everybody hates me... "Where me Bangers Go to Un-alive")