Mozart and Me 1

Lyrics

[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 AMADEUS MOZART! 🎶

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


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[Verse 1]

🎶 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?)
Harpsichord solo, drop that bass,
Mozart’s throwin’ down—"I OWN THIS PLACE!" 🎶

[Bass drop, harpsichord 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 MICH 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! 🎶

[Harpsichord 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! 🎶

[Harpsichord runs, choir harmonizing]


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🔥🔥🔥 [NEW SECTION] 🔥🔥🔥

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

🎶 R’R’R’ROCK ME, AMADEUS! 🎶
🎶 R’R’R’ROCK ME, AMADEUS! 🎶
🎶 R’R’R’ROCK ME, AMADEUS! 🎶


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[Bridge]

🎶 If it ain’t Bar-oak, we ain’t fixin’ it!
🎶 Salieri? Nah, ain’t in the mix of 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, dubstep, VIP—
🎶 Tell Bach he ain't got shit on me! 🎶

[Choir goes full opera, harpsichord 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. 🎶

[Harpsichord twinkle, fade out]