Somethin jus a little human

Nobody likes perfection it reminds us of our faults

We relate with imperfections in them everyone exalts

A scratch, dent, tear, out of tune note nothing fake here

Something human a sweaty, grimy dirt stained peer

A fault to make us feel better

A hole in a friend's sweater

Each nick a mark of memory makes it unique

Its blemishes give value, to a story we seek

Nothing like an old pair of shoes

An old guitar beaten plays the best blues

So to hell with autotune, screw AI

Give me a song out a tune and somethin just a bit awry