Fiction Ain't Real (AI generated song)
0So, I write and read fanfiction, and after recently seeing some anti-ship nonsense yet again, on Reddit and Twitter, I decided to make this. Enjoy.
[Intro]
Yo, what?
You in my DMs, cryin’ again?
Talkin’ ‘bout "morals" while you sendin’ death threats?
Man, go outside. Touch some grass.
Lemme talk to ‘em real quick.
[Verse 1]
Click-clack, you back, new drama today,
Call me a freak? Man, stay in your lane.
Typing in all caps, tryna cancel my name,
While you lurk in my posts? That’s weird, that’s lame.
Makin’ fake lists, puttin’ folks on blast,
Bet your favs got ships that would make you collapse.
Pick and choose rules like a game you play,
But fiction ain’t real—why you act this way?
[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, you mad? Why?
Fiction hurt your soul? Go cry.
Ooh, you mad? Why?
Ain’t nobody hurt but your pride.
[Chorus]
Nah, we don’t vibe with that,
You and your puritan pack.
Sayin’ "that’s gross," but bruh,
You in my bookmarks—what’s that?
Nah, we don’t vibe with that,
You and your puritan pack.
Talkin’ ‘bout harm but you harmin’ real people,
Hypocrites, why is you mad?
[Verse 2]
Oh, you callin’ the feds? Yeah, okay, sure,
Actin’ like fiction gon’ open some doors.
Meanwhile, your circle be wild as hell,
Double standards? Man, I can tell.
You don’t like it? That’s fine, move on,
Why you actin’ like a fandom cop?
Read the tags, it’s all been warned,
Yet you screamin’ like you just got shot.
[Bridge]
Nah, don’t try it, you ain’t got a case,
Ain’t no "harm" when it stays in its place.
Fandom ain’t safe when y’all out here lyin’,
"Think of the children" but y’all just cryin’.
[Chorus]
Nah, we don’t vibe with that,
You and your puritan pack.
Sayin’ "that’s gross," but bruh,
You in my bookmarks—what’s that?
Nah, we don’t vibe with that,
You and your puritan pack.
Talkin’ ‘bout harm but you harmin’ real people,
Hypocrites, why is you mad?
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, we keepin’ it real,
Y’all talkin’ big but ain’t touchin’ the field.
If you still confused, go touch some grass,
Or stay blocked—ain't nobody asked.