Lyrics to The Algorithm Song:It’s an algorithm, not a human, not a soul,
Just some numbers on a loop, spitting out what it’s been told.
It don’t laugh, it don’t cry, it don’t dream when you sleep,
It’s a tool in your hands, not a secret you keep.
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It’s not a crystal ball, it’s equations at play,
Sorting patterns like Google does every day.
Like spellcheck catching errors when you type too fast,
It’s trained on the past, not built to outlast.
Ask it a riddle, it’ll guess what you mean,
Like a search bar filling in on your screen.
Helpful, yeah, but remember this fact:
It’s a tool for your work, not a mind you can ask.
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It’s an algorithm, not a human, not a soul,
Just some numbers on a loop, spitting out what it’s been told.
It don’t laugh, it don’t cry, it don’t dream when you sleep,
It’s a tool in your hands, not a secret you keep.
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It’s not a teammate yelling “let’s go!” from the bench,
Not a coach with a whistle, not a fan in the stands.
It won’t high-five when you beat that stage,
Or sign your yearbook on the very last page.
No birthday candles, no pizza slice,
It don’t play Roblox or give advice.
So don’t confuse code with the people you know,
The heart’s in the human, not the ones and zeros.
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It’s an algorithm, not a human, not a soul,
Just some numbers on a loop, spitting out what it’s been told.
It don’t laugh, it don’t cry, it don’t dream when you sleep,
It’s a tool in your hands, not a secret you keep.
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Ask it for sparks when your brain feels stuck,
But the grade’s on you, not on lightning luck.
It can help outline, maybe sketch a plan,
But the story’s yours, put the pen in your hand.
Like Minecraft blocks, it can set the stage,
But you build the world, every brick, every page.
AI’s a tool, not the star of the show,
Keep your own rhythm, let your own voice flow.
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It’s a program, not a person, not a friend,
Just predictions on a screen, start to finish, that’s the trend.
It don’t cheer, it don’t sigh, it don’t dream in the deep,
It’s a helper by design, not a promise you keep.
It’s an algorithm, not a human, not a soul,
Just some numbers on a loop, spitting out what it’s been told.
It don’t laugh, it don’t cry, it don’t dream when you sleep,
It’s a tool in your hands, not a secret you keep.
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