Lyrics

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[Beat drops – think: early YouTube meets sci-fi trap synths]

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[Carlos – Verse 1]
Yo—Jameson, bro, you still livin’ in fear?
While I’m out here plannin’ for my thousandth year.
You say “death is natural”? That’s a weak excuse,
I’m tryna live forever, you tryna cut loose?

I got AI runnin’ diagnostics in my dreams,
You got anxiety from microwavin’ beans.
I’m talkin’ nanotech, biohacks, and zen,
You talkin’ “Why don’t we all just die like men?”

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[Jameson – Verse 1]
Carlos, chill—you glitchin’ again,
With your robot voice and your chip implant friend.
You think AI’s gonna make you some kind of god,
But you just a spreadsheet with a protein pod.

I like sunsets, feelings, messy ol’ life,
You like data streams and your cyborg wife.
You worship tech like it’s some magic sage,
But I ain’t tryna be trapped on a server page.

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[Carlos – Verse 2]
Bro, you romanticize death like it’s deep and wise,
But decay ain’t poetic—it just multiplies.
While you age like cheese in a dusty drawer,
I’m gettin’ cellular makeovers at the core.

I’m talkin’ crisp skin, fresh joints, brain clear,
While your knees crack loud just climbin’ a stair.
You scared of AI? That’s a boomer take.
I’m in love with the bot—I proposed last break.

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[Jameson – Verse 2]
Congrats, Carlos, on your mech-bride life,
I’ll take wine, friends, and existential strife.
You got dopamine apps, and a fridge that talks,
But you still cry alone in your Lululemon Crocs.

You say I hate AI, but that ain’t true,
I just think maybe death’s got a point or two.
What’s the point of livin’ 900 more years,
If I can’t eat gluten or drink five beers?

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[Carlos – Verse 3]
You say “let go” like you got a plan,
But I opted in to the upgrade, man.
I’m tryna jog Mars with titanium calves,
While you write your will in a bubble bath.

Jameson, face it—you losin’ this war,
I’m levelin’ up while you snore on the floor.
The Singularity’s here, and I’m first in line,
You wanna rot? Fine. But don’t waste my time.

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[Jameson – Verse 3]
You live like an app, Carlos—no taste, no soul,
Just a six-pack of wires and a juice-cleanse goal.
I’ll die when I die, and I’ll laugh when I do,
Probably surrounded by tacos—not code like you.

You think you’re divine with your anti-aging cream,
But I got dreams that don’t run on a machine.
So go be a god in your Elon suit—
I’ll be human, messy, and kinda cute.

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[Final Hook – Both]
Carlos: Jameson, bro, you’re stuck in the past!
Jameson: Carlos, my dude, enjoy your robot fast.
Carlos: Long life, big brain, super-saiyan rise!
Jameson: Short life, good snacks, and real goodbyes.
Both: But we still boys, though—now pass the fries.

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