Machine

I start with an idea, just a spark in the dark
Couple words on a page, yeah, a question and mark
Got no rhythm, no drums, not a swing of a beat
But the melody hides when I'm trying to speak
So I type in the feeling, what I wanted to say

Not looking for a shortcut, just a clearer way
Then the voice comes alive, hits a nerve, hits true
And I sit there stunned like, "Damn, that's new"
But it came from my thought, from the mess in my head
From the story I wanted but never quite said
Still I wrestle the truth when the chorus lands clean
Is it mine if the magic lies in the machine?

I love how it flows, yeah, I love how it feels
Love how AI turns thoughts into something real
Still a war in my chest when the crowd says it's flames
'Cause I know I lit the spark, but I didn't fan the flame
I ain't chasing the credit, I ain't chasing the throne
Just chasing good songs when I'm sitting alone
If the world hits play and it helps 'em get through
Then I'm cool with the fact it took me and you

Truth is, I'd rather be banging out drums with the crew
Sweat in the garage, badass volume on two
Late nights, cheap beers, just mates in the groove
No screens, no prompts, just the kick and the snare move
But life spread us out, yeah, they all moved away
Different towns, different paths, different bills to pay

So the band never formed or it faded too fast
Now the rhythm's just me and a thought from the past
I can write my own lines, yeah, I've proven that fact
Got pages full of verses that I never unpacked

But without that voice, without breath...

I love how it flows, yeah, I love how it feels
Love how AI turns thoughts into something real
Still a war in my chest when the crowd says it's flames
'Cause I know I lit the spark, but I didn't fan the flame
I ain't chasing the credit, I ain't chasing the throne
Just chasing good songs when I'm sitting alone
If the world hits play and it helps 'em get through
Then I'm cool with the fact it took me

When I show people tracks, I don't front or pretend
I don't say, "Look at me," I say, "Listen 'til the end"
'Cause it's never 'bout me, never chasing my name
Just the hope that the sound makes somebody feel sane
If one hook lifts a mood, if one verse hits home
Then the process don't matter once the feeling is known
I gave it direction, I gave it the soul

I steered the damn ship even if I didn't row
Maybe art's just evolving, maybe that's the test

Not who held the pen, but who felt it in their chest
If creation still happens and the love still comes through
Then I'm proud of the songs, no matter how they grew

Yeah, I love how it flows, yeah, I love how it feels
Love how ideas turn thoughts into something real
I made peace with the doubt, let the music run free
'Cause the songs still exist and that matters to me
No spotlight, no ego, just sound in the air
If the track finds a heart, then my job's done there
I don't need to be first, I don't need to be known
I just need good songs to be heard when they're shown

Hey, hey, hey, hey
To be heard when they're shown
Hey, hey, hey