One more class, one more fake smile,
Yo, welcome back...
Here’s your schedule.
3AM. 4AM. 5AM.
Same damn kid. New damn trauma.
Let’s go.
Yo I wake up, caffeine mainline, neck's in a brace,
Log into Zoom with a h*****e face,
Background's fake but my rage is real,
Kid's in a diaper eatin’ a Happy Meal.
Mom’s off-cam yellin’, “SPEAK CHINESE!!”
Meanwhile he’s drawin’ dicks on the screen with cheese.
I’m beggin’ this demon to say the word “red”,
He says “banana poop!” and headbutts the bed.
[Chorus – Mock cheerleader voice]
🎶 LingoAce! We love this place!
Where you're trapped inside a Zoom-based cage!
Teach with heart! Teach with grace!
While we monitor your bathroom breaks!
[Verse 2 – Fast, angry flow]
They say “log your smiles”, I say “log my a*s,”
Kid’s got a katana, breakin’ the glass.
Corporate sends me emojis and hearts,
While I’m fighting a gremlin who throws Pop-Tarts.
They want five stars — for what, exactly?!
For the moment I taught while having a nosebleed, tactfully?
While the mic broke down, and the screen went black,
And the kid
[Bridge – Slowed-down rage, à la "Mockingbird"]
Yeah, I once had dreams, I once had plans,
Now I spend my nights with raisin hands,
Tappin’ slides, beggin’ kids to repeat,
While my dignity bleeds out at 20 FPS heat.
[Chorus – Darker, heavier b**t]
🎶 LingoAce! This isn’t a job,
It’s emotional debt and a soul-suckin’ blob!
Clap and cheer for a child possessed —
Then get ghosted on payday, FML. 🎶
Got assigned six classes in a row,
Same three words: “Apple, cat, no.”
One kid throws a tantrum, bites the screen,
I just smile like I’m d**d inside, squeaky clean.
HR’s a void. Feedback’s fake.
My spine's gone stiff like a frozen steak.
They say “Take care of your mental health!”
Then give me ten classes and delete my help.
[Final Chorus – Slow, haunting autotune + echo]
🎶 LingoAce... there’s no escape...
They’ve replaced my dreams with a booking rate.
My smile’s a lie, my laughter’s fear,
And I think my student just drank a be
