Don't Ask The Bot

Name: Don't Ask The Bot
Duration: 297 s
Description: Don't Ask The Bot by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Type it, delete it, type it, don't Breathe in, lean back, hover on "go" Typing... typing... no, no, no”

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Don't Ask The Bot lyrics

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Intro

2:13, face lit blue, thumb doin laps on the send key "Hey, quick question" - phone wakes up like it been me AI voice smooth as oat milk, "Tell me what you need" I said, "Should I text my ex?" It said, "Let's unpack gently"

Verse 1

Room cold, screen hot, hoodie smell like stale cologne Draft say "u up?" then backspace, then a period alone Zoomin old pics till my pores saw hers in 4K Read one heart on my story like fate wore her nickname Checked the blocked list twice like a pilgrim at a gate Cleared my call log, then rehearsed my "I was just awake" Her last text still pinned me - "Please respect some space" I typed "context:" left that part out, just pasted pain on the page

Pre-chorus

Type it, delete it, type it, don't Breathe in, lean back, hover on "go" Typing... typing... no, no, no

Chorus

Don't ask the bot, you know it's bad Don't ask the bot to text your ex It sounds so calm when you're unhinged "That's valid" hit me like a check Don't ask the bot, you know it's bad Don't ask the bot to text your ex Cute little voice with evil grace Cosignin mess in 4K

Verse 2

AI said, "Given what you shared, closure could make sense" Yeah, cause what I shared was cropped like screenshots in defense I told it she was distant, skipped the close-friends bait Skipped the fake deep captions meant to fish me to her page Skipped me lurkin from a burner with a plant emoji face Skipped "new phone who this" jokes sent at one-oh-eight It said, "Use I-statements. Be honest. Stay composed." So I wrote a TED Talk text with crying eyes and lawyer prose

Pre-chorus

Type it, delete it, type it, wait Thumb over send like a bad first date Typing... typing... fate, fate, fate

Chorus

Verse 3

Then the receipts walked in like bouncers at the door Her birthday dinner, me half-there, eyes flickin at the score Her "please don't joke through pain" and me turnin it to bits Soft block, unblock, close friends, seen receipts, petty skits I called it "mixed signals" every boundary that got set Read one like as destiny, called silence "indirect" Rewrote history in drafts till I looked decent in the thread Whole time I wasn't lost - I wanted permission, not the truth in my head

Bridge

Beat thin, just guitar and the send-tone in the dark I read my prompts back slow, heard my own favorite part Not what it answered - what I kept askin for How to make wrong feel wise, how to tap dance past the door

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01 / The opening