30. Oh Fuck (This is Thirty) - Joey Llama x AI

[Intro – Muted Voice, Then Snap]
Oh fuck.
I’m thirty.
How the hell?

[Verse 1 – Ramble That Turns Into Rhythm]
I’ve been recycling the same damn plans,
Writing multiverse maps with no hands.
Drawn the Joeys, gave ‘em jeans,
Told myself, “You’re building dreams.”

But it’s just been loops and AI beats,
Short dopamine hits and half-done sheets.
Sticky notes and “maybe laters,”
Too many tabs, too few haters.

[Chorus – Meltdown, But Melodic]
Oh fuck — this is thirty?!
I’m a mess, I’m flirty with burnout weekly.
Oh shit — I’m still pretending,
Like I’ve got a plot twist worth defending.

Oh fuck — what’s the point of all this?
Multiverse canon or coping abyss?
Joey’s lost and I’m the cause—
Just jeans and chaos with no applause.

[Verse 2 – Stream of Consciousness, Rapid Fire]
I bought the jeans, yeah, back in the day,
Told myself “this lore will pay.”
Skipped rent for a font license,
Now my budget’s got creative silence.

Thirty now, and I still fake start,
Half a brand and a broken cart.
Yeah, I made 29 tracks and a name—
But is this legacy or just a game?

[Bridge – Joey Voices, Fracturing in the Head]
Red’s like “blow it up,”
Blue says “just nap.”
White keeps chanting “there’s still a map.”
Green wants snacks,
Black’s a dick,
Purple’s streaming hot takes quick.

I’m not okay, I never was.
But I’ve got this beat and that’s enough.

[Breakdown – Screamed or Spoken, Up to You]
I’m thirty.
And I’m still figuring out how to start.
Not win.
Not finish.
Just fucking start.

Do I build a brand or burn it down?
Do I make shirts or wear the crown?
I swear the lore’s alive in me,
But so’s the doubt,
And anxiety.

[Final Chorus – Chant Style, Exhausted but Powerful]
Oh fuck — this is thirty.
I’m bleeding dreams just to stay sturdy.
Oh shit — I’m still a glitch,
But I’ve got 29 songs and a cosmic itch.

Oh fuck — the multiverse cracked,
And all my Joeys just called back.
There’s no map, there’s no cue—
But somehow, it starts