Jenni you got to stop (just stop) he said look of dread on his shaking head nobody wants this ai slop (stop with the slop) Jenni smiles pouts her lips wags a finger tip goes down with a frown to the living room it’s her groove you know she’s got that move they are addicted to cuz [chorus] she may love the slop you tell her to stop but Jenni’s a master of the bop ai slop or not You beg her to stop (stop) ((stop)) but Jenni’s got a way with the slop last tuesday you hear her before you see her the groove makes you move you feel it rise from the bottom of your feet she’s got you smiling right out on the street before you meet (cuz) [chorus] she may love the slop you tell her to stop but Jenni’s a master of the bop ai slop or not You beg her to stop (stop) ((stop)) but Jenni’s got a way with the slop Bridge] (The tight 4-on-the-floor kick drops out. A deep, resonant sub-bass pulse remains.) (Spacey pads swell, vocals are heavily reverbed, drifting like a broadcast from the past) Synthetic dreams bursting at the seams you say it's fake but feel the quake in your chest she's passing the test zeros and ones burning like suns (granular glitch stutter creeps in, slicing the vocals) g-g-g-generated but you're captivated it’s just noise? no, it's her v-v-voice (sidechained riser begins to pull upward, gathering momentum, breathing heavily with the absent kick) [Chorus] she may love the slop you tell her to stop but Jenni’s a master of the bop ai slop or not You beg her to stop (stop) ((stop)) but Jenni’s got a way with the slop [Coda, Lifting cinematic then slow to groove] (Massive, euphoric pad wash. The beat vanishes entirely, leaving a shimmering cinematic soundscape) Wash it away all the things they say let the algorithm play in the hazy light of day it's beautiful slop never gonna stop she's never gonna— (Pause. Total silence for one suspended beat. The void holds its breath.) (The rubbery bass drops back in—slowed down, shuffling, hypnotic, and undeniably heavy) yeah. she's got the move. sink into the groove. synthetic bliss. you know you wanted this. (Vocals heavily filtered, chopping into micro-grains as the track fades) s-s-slop... master of the... bop... (a single, distant, shuffling hi-hat echoes into the void)
