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 WOLF GANG AMADAYUS MOTZART!
[Keyboard run, club beat kicks in]
[Verse 1]
(Haha, we'd have so much fun!)
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??)
Keyboard solo, drop that bass—
Mozart and me—"We own this place!"
[Bass drop, keyboard flourish]
[Pre-Chorus]
Ohhh, we’re up all night,
Writing bangers, talking life.
Laughing at fart jokes—yeah, we’re grown.
Look it up, babe, it's history known. (Mozart’s letters!)
[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 MIKK mmm ARSH!
Tryna hate? Take a seat.
We’re too busy droppin’ heat.
Nocturne, dubstep, VIP—
Even Beethoven agrees! (Yah!)
[Verse 2]
My bestie Mozart, top of 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 butt jokes, yeah, he wild like that,
Roastin’ composers, talkin’ so much smack.
Played piano backwards just to flex,
Name another child prodigy this complex!
[Orchestra hit, dramatic harpsichord trill]
[Pre-Chorus]
Ohhh, we’re up all night,
Rewriting history outta spite.
They said he’s dead, but he’s right here—
And we just ordered another beer!
[Chorus]
Me & Wolfie, tearin’ it up,
From the opera house to the club!
They tryna test us? LMAO.
Say it louder—FIGARO-O-O-O!
Think classical is old and weak?
Allow us to play you— “Eye-na kline-ah Nacht muzeeeeek”!
808s and violins,
Remix so hard, it’s a sin!
[Dramatic keyboard flourish, massive bass drop]
[Beat pauses, timpani rolls, deep echo]
🔊 "THIS. IS. HISTORY IN THE MAKING."
[STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’Ra’Ra’ROCK ME, AMADAYUS!
[STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’Ra’Ra’ROCK ME, AMADAYUS!
[STUTTER EFFECT] Ra’Ra'Ra’ROCK ME, AMADAYUS!
[Bridge]
If it ain’t Buh-roak, we ain’t fixin’ it!
We’re too busy being divine,
Drunk on beats, art, and wine!
[Beat slows]
Maybe I should find some friends from my own time...
Hang with some people born after 1799...
Am I a little pathetic for this? Haha... NAH!
MOZART'S Effin' COOL
EVERYONE ELSE SUCKS
[Beat resume]
[Final Chorus]
Me & Wolfie, runnin’ the scene,
Even Beethoven agrees!
From Vienna streets to the neon lights,
Playin’ fugues and startin’ fights!
Tryna hate? Take a seat.
We’re too busy droppin’ heat.
Orchestras and EDM,
Tell Bach he ain't got shit on them!
[Keyboard hits one final dramatic chord, timpani roll, sudden silence then one single harpsichord note]