Wolfie and me3

Lyrics

[The entire song sung by female vocals]

[Intro Verse]

🎶 A good friend is hard to find,
Especially in the wrong place and time.
Even though we’re centuries apart…
I’d be best friends with WOLFGANG AH-MUH-DAY-UHS MOZART! 🎶

[Choir swells, keyboard run, club beat kicks in]


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[Verse 1]
(Haha we'd have so much fun!)

🎶 Powdered wigs in the club, we bringin’ it back.
Weird stares? They just jealous, we leadin’ the pack.
Velvet coats, fancy lace, drippin’ in gold,
Bartender lookin’ nervous, Wolfie’s losin’ control!

🎶 Spillin’ champagne, causin’ a scene,
Bouncers don’t know what the hell this means. (who IS that guy?)
Keyboard solo, drop that bass,
Mozart’s throwin’ down—"I OWN THIS PLACE!" 🎶

[Bass drop, keyboard flourishes, choir chanting in Latin]


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[Pre-Chorus]

🎶 Ohhh, we’re up all night,
Writing bangers, talking life.
Laughing at farts—yeah, we’re grown.
Look it up, babe, it's history known. 🎶


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[Chorus]

🔥 Me & Wolfie, tearin’ it up,
🔥 From the concert hall to the club!
🔥 They tryna play us, sayin’ it’s farce,
🔥 Try again, bitch—LECK MICK IM ARSH!

🎶 Tryna hate? Take a seat.
🎶 We’re too busy droppin’ heat.
🎶 Nocturne, dubstep, VIP—
🎶 Tell Bach he ain't got shit on me! 🎶

[Keyboard glissando, cash register sound]


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[New Verse: "My Bestie Mozart"]

🎶 My bestie Mozart, best in the game,
Wrote his first symphony at seven years of age.
Played for kings, made ‘em weep,
Had the world at his feet before he had all his teeth! 🎶

🎶 Letters full of jokes, yeah, he wild like that,
Roastin’ composers, talkin’ so much smack.
Played piano backwards just to flex,
Name another child prodigy this complex! 🎶

[Keyboard runs, choir harmonizing]

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🔥🔥

🎶 Survived smallpox, you ain't a threat.
Walk in the club—now they break a sweat.
Think classical is old and weak?
Allow us to play you— “Eye-na kline-ah Nacht muzeek.” 🎶

(Cue dramatic keyboard flourish, then massive bass drop.)

🔥🔥🔥

[Beat pauses, timpani rolls] [ Deep Echo]
🔊 "THIS. IS. HISTORY IN THE MAKING."

🎶 [STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’Ra’Ra’ROCK ME, AH-MUH-DAY-UHS! 🎶
🎶 [STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’R’aRa’ROCK ME, AH-MUH-DAY-UHS! 🎶
🎶 [STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’Ra’Ra’ROCK ME, AH-MUH-DAY-UHS! 🎶


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[Bridge]

🎶 If it ain’t Buh-roak, we ain’t fixin’ it!
🎶 We’re too busy being divine,
🎶 Drunk on beats, art, and wine!

[Timpani roll, violin solo]


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[Final Chorus]

🔥 Me & Wolfie, tearin’ it up,
🔥 From the concert hall to the club!
🔥 They tryna play us, sayin’ it’s farce,
🔥 Try again, bitch—LECK MICH IM ARSH!

🎶 Tryna hate? Take a seat.
🎶 We’re too busy droppin’ heat.
🎶 Nocturne, dub step, VIP—
🎶 Tell Bawk he ain't got shit on me! 🎶

[Choir goes full opera, keyboard hits one final dramatic chord]


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[Outro]

🎶 Matching fits, matching rings,
Laughing ‘til dawn, that's our thing.
Wolfie’s here, life’s a show,
Two besties just droppin’ gold. 🎶

[Keyboard twinkle, fade out]