SMOL

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    26236ce11294f9eef5e00f763d5bfe5e085aa3352dacd2c8979b96c2f0b7ef9e
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  • Prompt:

    Create a song, country funny story-telling song style of a daily of $KALE Farmer that struggle with overheating PC every 3 hour and losing all his stack, and end up with gain nothing accept losing all his $KALE stack and LT Credit. Include this phrase on the lyric: "Oh shit, here we go again."

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    Overheatin’ on the Farm

  • Description:

    In this charming illustration, a man wearing a straw hat stands in a field of green plants, possibly a cornfield. He appears to be looking at the camera, possibly posing for a picture. The man is wearing a blue shirt and suspenders, adding a touch of character to the scene. The environment is lush and green, with the man being the focal point of the image. The overall atmosphere is one of tranquility and connection to nature.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Overheatin’ on the Farm
Tags: Country, Storytelling, Comedy

[Verse 1]
Well I rise at dawn with a cup of joe,
Boot up my rig, let the crypto flow.
Straw hat on, fields to roam,
But my mind’s back home with that overheatin' dome.

[Chorus]
Oh Lord, my PC's smokin' again,
Three hours in, and it crashes like sin.
Lost my $KALE stack, my LT Credit too,
Oh shit, here we go again — nothin’ I can do!

[Verse 2]
Tried ice packs, fans, and a prayer or two,
Even built a shade with old bamboo.
While I’m hoein' rows, it’s fryin’ inside,
That GPU's hotter than a July bride.

[Chorus]
Oh Lord, my PC's smokin' again,
Three hours in, and it crashes like sin.
Lost my $KALE stack, my LT Credit too,
Oh shit, here we go again — what else is new?

[Bridge]
I called tech support, but they just laughed,
Said, \"Farmer, this ain’t no Minecraft craft.\"
I’m tradin’ coins in a field of corn,
But every reboot just leaves me torn.

[Chorus]
Oh Lord, my PC's smokin' again,
Three hours in, and it crashes like sin.
Lost my $KALE stack, my LT Credit too,
Oh shit, here we go again — my wallet’s through!

[Outro]
So now I sit on my ol' porch rail,
Sippin’ tea, watchin' birds and snails.
No more coins, no digital spin,
Just me and the breeze — lettin’ nature win.

[End]