Lyrics

“Resurrected Love (Jilly’s Anthem)”
By Pappy Pepper

[Intro]
Yeah…
Yo Jill, this one’s for you.
No need to stress, baby girl—I got you.
Louie, Birkin, chewed cables, work chaos… we rise above.
Easter comin’… time to resurrect this love.

[Verse 1]
Yo, Jill, I know your plate’s real full,
Two white Poms got you losin’ your cool.
Piss on the floor, fiber cable’s chewed,
But baby, you’re a queen—don’t let it wreck your mood.

Louie’s just wild, Birkin got sass,
They bark like it’s war every time someone pass.
But I see your strength through the late-night fights,
Through the hair on the couch and the chewed-up lights.

[Hook]
Don’t let the stress get you cranky and cold,
You carry so much, but you shimmer like gold.
From Bryan Properties to home base care,
I’ll be your calm in the wildest air.

I love you forever, that ain’t gonna change,
Even when life get messy and strange.
And this Easter Sunday, I rise with a plan,
To resurrect our love—I’m your number one fan.

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk real estate, contracts and keys,
Dealin’ with people who don’t say “please.”
You grind hard, Jill, I see that glow,
Even when you tired and movin’ real slow.

Deadlines callin’, phone won’t quit,
But I’ll rub your back while you handle that… uh…
You built an empire, now let me support,
You ain’t gotta do it all—lean on me for the fort.

[Hook]
Don’t let the stress get you cranky and cold,
You carry so much, but you shimmer like gold.
From Bryan Properties to home base care,
I’ll be your calm in the wildest air.

I love you forever, that ain’t gonna change,
Even when life get messy and strange.
And this Easter Sunday, I rise with a plan,
To resurrect our love—I’m your number one fan.

[Bridge – Spoken Word Style]
Look—life’s chaotic.
Cables snap, dogs bark, inboxes explode…
But through all that noise,
There’s one truth:
I’m still here. I still love you. And I always will.

[Outro – Smooth & Soulful]
So don’t trip on the little stuff, babe, we got this.
I’m your peace, your hype man, your soft place to fall.
From Coyotes to forever—Santa Barbara, G-Wagon dreams…
Pappy Pepper’s still ridin’ for his queen.