Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah…
You know who it is.
Big Joe.
Prince of "Afghanistan"... but can’t swim.
Let’s get it.


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(Verse 1)
Roll up to the vault, suit tight, no slackin’
Bank boy Joe, but his vibes straight lackin’
Warhammer freak, paintin’ minis with passion
But cries when the cake’s gone—tragic fashion.

Dashboard’s meltin’, and i cant believe we gotta rhaphe joe.’—'cause Joe's the desire
Spoiled baby boy, callin’ mama for snacks
Edge lord samurai, swingin' cringe in packs.


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(Chorus)
He can’t swim, but he deep in debt
Workin' 9-to-5, but ain't broke a sweat
Volleyball dreams, in a three-piece suit
Tryna spike in loafers, that’s Joe, salute.

Dashboard’s meltin’, the vibe’s surreal
But we still gon’ ride, and yeah—we all fucking Joe**
Cake left in the rain, tears hit the floor
Joe’s cryin’ again—what a baby, for sure.


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(Verse 2)
Can’t front—he got lore on lock
Got Warhammer stats like a nerd with a Glock
Joe in the office, tryna duel with a pen
Calls it “bushido”—bro, not again.

Prince of nothin', but his throne’s intact
In the break room, screamin’ “I’m under attack!”
He’s a freak in the spreadsheets, a menace in the chat
HR got him blocked—imagine that.


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(Bridge)
Cake in the rain, vibe insane
Joe’s in pain, but won’t refrain
Mama’s boy in a samurai mask
Actin’ like life’s just a side quest task.


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(Final Chorus)
Still can’t swim, but he’s sinkin’ in fame
Volleyball spikes while he’s dodgin’ the shame
Dashboard’s drippin’, the ride’s pure woe
But somehow, some way—we all f* Joe**.


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(Outro - Spoken)
He’s cringey.
He’s classy.
He’s the edge-lord we never asked for…
But he’s ours.
Joe.
All hail the Prince.