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Lyrics

[Sweet, sassy, female voice] [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 dramatically, harpsichord run, club beat kicks in] --- [Verse 1] 🎶 Powdered wigs in the club, we bringin’ it back. Weird stares? They just jealous, we leadin’ the pack. Velvet coats, silk cravats, drippin’ in gold, Bartender lookin’ nervous, Wolfie’s losin’ control! 🎶 Spillin’ champagne, causin’ a scene, Bouncers don’t know what the hell this means. Harpsichord solo, drop that bass, Mozart’s throwin’ down—"I OWN THIS PLACE!" 🎶 [Bass drop, harpsichord flourishes,] [choir chanting in Latin] --- [Pre-Chorus] 🎶 Ohhh, we’re up all night, Writing bangers, talkin’ shite. Laughin’ at farts—yeah, we’re grown. Shut up, babe, it’s history, known. 🎶 --- [Chorus] 🔥 Me & Wolfie, tearin’ it up, 🔥 From the concert hall to the club! 🔥 People be like, “Wolfie!”—he’s like, 🔥 “Bitch, please, 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! 🎶 [Mozart dabs, harpsichord glissando, cash register sound] --- [Verse 2] 🎶 Bouncin’ to the beat in a three-piece suit, Wolfie in the booth, spittin’ absolute TRUTH. Crowd’s in a trance, beggin’ for more, He said, "Y’all ain’t ready for my Symphony 4!" 🎶 🎶 DJ drops a remix, Lacrimosa goes hard, Mozart in the middle like a damn rock star. Someone screams “Wolfie, you’re a genius!”— He takes a sip, shrugs like "Obvi, bitch." 🎶 [Choir harmonizing aggressively, someone yells “MOZAAAART!”] --- [Bridge] 🎶 If it ain’t Baroque, 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, Wolfie throws a powdered wig into the crowd] --- [Final Chorus] 🔥 Me & Wolfie, tearin’ it up, 🔥 From the concert hall to the club! 🔥 People be like, “Wolfie!”—he’s like, 🔥 “Bitch, please, 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! 🎶 [Bass slaps, choir goes full opera, harpsichord hits one final dramatic chord] --- [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, Mozart winks, fade to black]