Booty Ain't What It Used to Be V2 (Reggae) - Video

This is an original song that I've written myself and had Suno (AI) make music with. Since the original, I've felt like I didn't do this song justice. I have learned a lot since I wrote the original. I've rewritten the lyrics to a large extent, and refined the Suno prompt as well. This is a big lift from the original, and the music is made by Suno v.5.5, which is also a major lift.

The new lyrics:

[Instrumental Intro]

[Spoken]
Booty ain’t what it used to be...
let me tell you a modern story of the seven seas!

[Verse]
We set sail in a dinghy with a Twitchy plan,
live-streaming crime on our OnlyFans.
Our Captain wears a tank top,
and a fake gold chain...
he’s got a man bun and a quarter brain!

With Starlink mounted on our mast,
we’re a blast from the internet past.
Powered by muscle,
and means to hustle,
still we always come in last.

[Spoken]
Raspberry Pi’s locked, cocked and ready to hack?

[Chorus]
Booty ain’t what it used to be,
no gold, just NFT scams and DLC.
We phished a cruise ship with our pirate site,
they called us “noobs” and banned us outright.

[Spoken]
You know that word hurts a nerd.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse]
His mother got drunk and bored,
decided to invade our Discord.
«Your father’s annoyed,» she said,
«you’re no pirate,
you’re just unemployed!»

This is a pirate’s life on the high seas,
with a low IQ and Ethereum fees.
We did our best,
to be an online pest,
but mommy’s scorn was a savage test!

[Spoken]
“Bugger off,” he told her, so she blocked him!

[Chorus]
The Captain took to his Morgan stash,
bottom’s up and got totally smashed.
He tripped on a wire and ate straight shit,
our Starlink sank and the whole crew quit!

[Spoken]
Grown men don’t need moms anyway!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse]
Our Captain gave up on crypto wealth,
and walked the plank himself.
The cook lost his mind,
grabbed the wheel and said:
“Follow my lead or skip your next meal!”

We ran out of gas fighting the swell,
so Captain Cook cursed us all to hell!
A rabble of commoner filth,
adrift at sea,
no signal, no snacks, nor dignity!

[Spoken]
This is the bullshit!

[Chorus]
Booty ain’t what it used to be,
we robbed the top and sold the bottom.
No swords, no brains, no treasure chest,
just debt... regret... and the next failed quest.

[Spoken]
You think you could do better?

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse]
Just a single Bitcoin,
that’s all we need...
a crypto booty for the blockchain breed!
The Navy caught us hoisting a black flag,
so we tried to play it off like a gag.

“It’s performance art,” we cried in vain,
they called it treason,
not a meme campaign.
We offered V-Bucks to avoid the cage,
they gave us bracelets and said, “Act your age.”

[Spoken]
I know more than you!

[Chorus]
Booty ain’t what it used to be,
our digital treasure lost at sea!
Nothing in the block is given free,
so we make molds in sope for a freedom key.

[Spoken]
This is gonna be easy!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse]
Now we’re bribing prison guards,
with treats funded by our mom,
earning yard cred for bread!
It’s not fair that we’re all stuck,
while she’s out there living it up.

Captain Cook still dreams of The Pirate Bay,
lusting for his crypto stash,
picking at his nervous rash.
All we got from our high-seas crime,
was a Navy tan and federal time!

[Spoken]
You can’t tell us what to do!

[Chorus]
Booty ain’t what it used to be,
we chased the coin and got lost at sea!
Our mom’s making the big calls,
while we wax floors in the prison halls.

[Spoken]
We’ll be outta here next week!

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Booty ain’t what it used to be,
so don’t drop the sope.
Life is hard...
buy a helmet.

[Instrumental Finish]

[End]