Lyrics

(Verse 1: Carlos and His Third Eye WiFi)
Yo, meet Carlos, just took a hit of DMT,
Now he’s acting like he hacked the matrix, got the master key.
Says his pineal’s uncalcified, it’s got its own WiFi,
Connects to cosmic Google without even having to try.
Every night’s a spirit flight, he’s out like street lights,
Talkin’ to Martians about the best space flight rights.

(Chorus)
Carlos got the third eye textin’, Julian’s obsessed with ping pong flexin’,
Maria’s at the gym, ain’t no restin’,
Jameson thinks AI’s a big con testin’,
And Keeley’s chatting up old ghosts for blessin’.

(Verse 2: Julian and His Ping Pong Quest)
Now Julian, man, he lives for that ping pong,
Got a paddle like a sword, he’s the king, Kong ain’t wrong.
Friends wanna hang? He says, “Nah, let’s play!”
But they’re like, “Chill, Jules, it’s Netflix day.”
Drives to clear his head, emo tunes up loud,
Singing sad robot songs, feeling proud, not cowed.
All he dreams about are volleys and those perfect spins,
If ping pong were a girl, he’d surely ask for twins.

(Bridge)
Maria’s lifting weights, like she’s prepping to fight bears,
Jameson’s typing furiously, pushing back on software shares,
Keeley’s got the ‘spirit Wi-Fi’, connecting the dots,
Channeling everyone’s grandparents, stirring the pots.

(Verse 3: The Skeptic and the Spirit Caller)
Here comes Jameson, the skeptic, AI’s public enemy,
Swears his toaster’s listening, planning human indemnity.
AI’s making strides? He’s got memes and angry blogs,
“Keep your techy tentacles off my job!” he monologues.
Keeley in the corner, with a crowd that’s dead and gone,
Talking to the spirits like her seance is a marathon.
She channels everyone’s gramps and grannies with ease,
Serving up old-time wisdom, “Eat your peas, mind your Ps.”

(Outro)
So here’s our quirky squad, each bizarre in their way,
From tech fears to ghostly cheers, they make their play.
Life’s strange, they’re stranger, and that’s just fine,
In a world full of normals, they downright shine.