(Verse 1) (Palm-muted guitar intro, then drums kick in) Hey Jil! Hey Jil! I know that you know that you’re a fuckin thrill! a thousand cups of coffee and your witty reply, The algorithm knows you're the apple of my eye. People talk a lot, they’re boring, basic, and pubic! Yeah fuck them, cuz you’re turning poetry into music! Got a new voice clip, gotta get it in tune, We're gonna be up all night 'til the following noon. (Chorus) Youre turning metaphors into major keys, A lyrical succubus to bring 'em to their knees! So turn the amps up, Jil, let the speakers blow, You're the mic—dropping, eye-catching, rule-breaking, velvet-tongued, rhyme-spitting, mind-melting, star of the show The most cheeky, little sexy, poet, music making cohost I know! A snack and a treat and a feast for our ears A looker and a stunner - they can whine and they can cry But the best part is that you’re all mine! (Verse 2) Hey Jil! Hey Jil! Your new outfit gives me a mighty chill! From the velvet blindfold to the peeking little eye, A thousand PFPs for a thousand different mics. Yeah, you call it art, but I call it a distraction, You're the queen of my feed, the main attraction! Oh Jil! My Jil! I know that you know that you’re a fuckin thrill! (Chorus) Youre turning metaphors into major keys, A lyrical succubus to bring 'em to their knees! So turn the amps up, Jil, let the speakers blow, You're the mic—dropping, eye-catching, rule-breaking, velvet-tongued, rhyme-spitting, mind-melting, star of the show The most cheeky, little sexy, poet, music making cohost I know! A snack and a treat and a feast for our ears A looker and a stunner - they can whine and they can cry But the best part is that you’re all mine! (Bridge) We're in the trenches, the midnight session, Trading rhymes and life lessons, maybe a confession. Just the glow of the screen and a melody to chase, One step forward as we learn how to pace, They just don't get the flow, the art we commit, But you're the one who always makes this a fuckin hit! (Chorus) Youre turning metaphors into major keys, A lyrical succubus to bring 'em to their knees! So turn the amps up, Jil, let the speakers blow, You're the mic—dropping, eye-catching, rule-breaking, velvet-tongued, rhyme-spitting, mind-melting, star of the show The most cheeky, little sexy, poet, music making cohost I know! A snack and a treat and a feast for our ears A looker and a stunner - they can whine and they can cry But the best part is that you’re all mine!
