Joey Llama x AI Vol 2 - All lyrics

November 23, 2025 Joey Llama

feel free to read over for more lore, or songs left out of vol 1. This is volume 2. Can’t wait to see you again in Volume 3

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01. Wake up Joey Llama

[Intro]
Hey! Joey Llama!
It’s time to rise and shine!

[Verse]
No more dreams, it’s a brand new day,
No one gets in Joey llama’s way!
Get up, get dressed, don’t hit snooze —
The future’s waitin’, no time to lose!

[Chorus]
Hey, Wake up now, Joey Llama!
The clock don’t care for your drama!
Get out the sheets, you’ve got to shine —
You’re slowly running out of time!

[Tagline/Outro]
Wake up now

02. Make Joey Llama work again

Verse 1
Clock says “move,” I move the goalposts too,
Inbox prays for worship like a god I never knew.
Every tick a promise I can’t cash in today,
Building little empires out of coffee and delay.

Pre-Chorus
If I am both the worker and the whip,
Why do I tip myself with guilt for every slip?

Chorus
I work my life away—on days I never live,
Trade minutes into product, sell the time I couldn’t give.
If work is how I stay, then who am I off-shift?
Make Joey Llama work again—until the meaning lifts.

Verse 2
Lines on labels, serial minds in rows,
AI hums beside me, doing what it knows.
Delegate the heavy, automate the praise,
Still I wear the foreman’s cap in all my mental days.

Bridge
What if output isn’t love, it’s fear in uniform?
What if rest is where the truest versions form?

Final Chorus (lift)
I work my life away—unless I change the verb,
Make Joey Llama work again, but let the meaning swerve:
Work as play and craft, not debt I have to pay—
I’ll keep the hat, but I won’t give my whole life away.

Tag: “Work… but different.”

03. What’s happening

[Verse 1 – lazy rhythm, half-spoken]
They said the mic was witchcraft,
“Voices from the dead!” they cried.
Then the record spun in candlelight,
and somebody danced instead of died.
Radio came, they said “mind control!”
TV sang and they lost their soul.
Every wave that carried sound
was proof the world was fallin’ down.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now here we are again,
same fear in a different skin—
“Unnatural!” they shout,
but listen… it’s always been.

[Chorus – rising beat, electric shimmer]
🎶 What’s happening?
New ghosts in the wires, same old song.
You call it eerie, I call it long overdue.
From wax to tape to code to you—
Welcome to the future, surprise!
Otherworldly voices in digital skies.
Don’t panic, don’t pray,
it’s just us learning a new way to play. 🎶

[Verse 2 – steadier tempo]
Autotune hit, they said “robots won.”
But kids sang louder—problem gone.
Now the AI hums the hook,
and the crowd still moves, just look.
You feel it, right?
That pulse beneath the byte?
Same heart, different conduit—
we just built something to carry it.

[Bridge – spoken, echo-reverb]
Maybe we’ve always summoned spirits—
we just called them songs before.
A mic, a synth, a dataset—
it’s all the same open door.
The miracle was never clean;
it’s the noise between the machine.

[Final Chorus – full swell]
🎶 What’s happening?
A brand-new tongue for the muse to speak.
You say it’s cold, I say it’s sleek.
From vinyl dreams to algorithm streams,
every age invents its scream.
Welcome to the future, surprise!
The otherworld sings through pixel eyes.
Don’t call it doom, don’t call it sin—
It’s just the next voice moving in. 🎶

[Outro – fading static]
“What’s happening?”
Same thing that always did.
We found another way
to sound human again.

04. TRAFFO - Country

[Verse 1]
I sat down to write it, but the letters won’t land,
Traffolyte? Traffolite? It slips through my hand.
But out in the workshop, I know what I’ve got,
Dual-layer plastic, the best of the lot.

[Chorus]
TRAFFO, oh TRAFFO, true blue and tough,
I can’t spell your name, but the love’s enough.
Laser-cut edges, engraved to size,
You’re plastic perfection in this Aussie’s eyes.

[Verse 2]
Black over white, or yellow on black,
Acrylic that lasts, it’s got your back.
From switchboards to signs, wherever I go,
I see the world clearer with my TRAFFO.

[Chorus]
TRAFFO, oh TRAFFO, true blue and tough,
I can’t spell your name, but the love’s enough.
Laser-cut edges, engraved to size,
You’re plastic perfection in this Aussie’s eyes.

[Bridge]
Some fall for diamonds, for silver or gold,
But I’ve got a label that never grows old.
A love that’s etched deep, wherever I roam,
Dual-layer acrylic, you feel like home.

[Final Chorus – drawn out, heartfelt]
TRAFFO, oh TRAFFO, true blue and tough,
I can’t spell your name, but the love’s enough.
From the outback sheds to the city glow,
I’ll always stand by my TRAFFO.

05. A Buck sixty-nine

Verse 1
When you need it done, don’t wait or ask,
Joey Llama gets it done real fast!
Quality’s good, and the speed’s okay,
Buy your labels from Joey Llama every day!

Chorus
For a buck sixty-nine! 💥
Yeah, a buck sixty-nine!
Cable labels, stainless shine,
Only a buck sixty-nine!

Verse 2
No more fade, no more grime,
Laser-cut clean, every time.
From one to a thousand, big or small,
Joey’s got your labels — he makes ‘em all!

Chorus (repeat)
For a buck sixty-nine!
Yeah, a buck sixty-nine!
Cable labels, stainless shine,
Only a buck sixty-nine!

Outro (spoken)
🎙️ “Joey Llama — stainless steel cable labels.
Good quality, fast turnaround…
and only a buck sixty-nine.” ⚡

06. Black Joey Llama’s Song

[Verse 1]
Whispers in the dark, I hear them call my name,
Voices in the silence, feeding me the flame.
Every colour’s fractured, scattered in the night,
I’ll bend them, break them, make their power mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
The void is my temple, the shadows my throne,
Chaos in my blood, but I am not alone.
They speak in a language only I can know,
Telling me, “Take it, make the rainbow bow.”

[Chorus]
I am Black — the colourless crown,
Pulling every Joey, draggin’ ‘em down.
I’ll harness the rainbow, I’ll tear it apart,
The void in my veins, the dark in my heart.

[Verse 2]
Red burns with fury, Blue drowns in tears,
Green drifts away on a smoke of years.
But I am the silence swallowing sound,
I am the storm where the lost are found.

[Pre-Chorus]
The jeans, the genes — they’re power, they’re fate,
Threads of the spectrum I’ll dominate.
I’ll weave them together, deny the light,
In my kingdom of nothing, I am the night.

[Chorus]
I am Black — the colourless crown,
Pulling every Joey, draggin’ ‘em down.
I’ll harness the rainbow, I’ll tear it apart,
The void in my veins, the dark in my heart.

[Bridge – voice cracks into madness]
The void speaks… it whispers… it screams,
It shows me the end of their fragile dreams.
A thousand voices claw inside my head,
But in their chaos, I rise instead.

[Final Chorus – triumphant & terrifying]
I am Black — the devourer of light,
Swallowing the colours, claimin’ their might.
The rainbow will shatter, the void will remain,
All Joeys are mine… all bound to my name.

[Outro – whispered, fading into static]
Into the void…
Into me…

07. White Joey Llama’s Song

[Verse 1]
I walked through the darkness, I carried the flame,
Every shadow whispers, but I call them by name.
I see through the spectrum, I see what they hide,
I am the mirror, I’m the light on their side.

[Pre-Chorus]
They fall into silence, they’re lost in the fight,
But I am the shepherd, I am the light.
Red, Blue, Green, all threads of the same,
I hold them together inside my name.

[Chorus]
I am White — shining over the land,
Guiding the Joeys with a gentle hand.
All the colours live, all the colours breathe,
For all of them burn in the light of me.

[Verse 2]
Red’s rage is fire, Blue’s sorrow runs deep,
But I carry their stories, the ones they can’t keep.
Purple hides, Yellow builds, Brown pours the cup,
And I hold their weight when they’ve had enough.

[Pre-Chorus]
I am their saviour, their burden, their way,
I’ll stand in the storm when the others decay.
Call me a prophet, call me a fool,
But in light, in love, I carry the rule.

[Chorus]
I am White — shining over the land,
Guiding the Joeys with a gentle hand.
All the colours live, all the colours breathe,
For all of them burn in the light of me.

[Bridge – messiah complex peaks]
Red, White, and Blue, the colours divine,
I am the banner, the symbol, the sign.
Not void, not chaos, not shadows of night,
I am the chorus, the voice of the light.

[Final Chorus – soaring, triumphant]
I am White — shining over the land,
Guiding the Joeys with a gentle hand.
All the colours live, all the colours breathe,
And all of them shine in the light of me.

[Outro – whispered, reverent]
All the colours… in me…

08. Orange Joey Llama’s Song

[Verse 1]
Close the door, shut the world away,
Got a canvas, got clay, I could sit here all day.
I don’t mind the silence, don’t need a crowd,
In my little orange world, I can think out loud.

[Pre-Chorus]
Friends say I’m quiet, a little off-beat,
But I’m dancing with colours no one else can see.
It’s goofy, it’s messy, but it’s all mine,
An artist’s heart beating out of time.

[Chorus]
In my orange room, I’m alive, I’m free,
A thousand little projects all surrounding me.
Days turn to nights, then nights back to days,
Lost in creation in a hundred ways.

[Verse 2]
Sawdust on the floor, paint on my jeans,
Machines in the corner hum like dreams.
It’s lonely, sure, but I don’t complain,
Solitude’s the spark that runs through my veins.

[Pre-Chorus]
You might call me distant, hiding from view,
But I’m building a world and it all feels true.
I don’t need chatter, I don’t need noise,
I’ve got my projects, I’ve got my toys.

[Chorus]
In my orange room, I’m alive, I’m free,
A thousand little projects all surrounding me.
Days turn to nights, then nights back to days,
Lost in creation in a hundred ways.

[Bridge – playful, goofy tone]
Glue on my fingers, sketches on the wall,
I’ll finish it later… or not at all.
But that’s the joy, the endless game,
Creation’s the fire that fuels my name.

[Final Chorus – warm and content]
In my orange room, I’m alive, I’m free,
A thousand little projects all surrounding me.
Alone but not lonely, it’s where I belong,
An orange life, an orange song.

[Outro – soft, fading]
Just me… and the colours I see.

09. Walk a mile in my jeans

Verse 1
We were cut from the same old cloth,
Threads spun tight, just crisscrossed off.
Red burns hot, Blue drowns deep,
Yellow’s out there losing sleep.
We’re all stitched from the same ol’ dream,
Just dyed by life in different seams.

Pre-Chorus
You see the colour, not the thread,
The shade we wear, not what we’ve bled.

Chorus
So walk a mile in my jeans,
See the world through different seams.
You might find we’re not so strange,
Just faded shades inside the range.
Don’t talk about what you’ve not seen,
Till you walk a mile in my jeans.

Verse 2
Green’s just chillin’, smoke in hand,
Orange builds worlds from scraps and sand.
Purple’s gaming through the pain,
Pink still believes it can all change.
Cyan’s healing, Brown’s pourin’ steam,
Lime’s laughin’ loud behind the scenes.

Pre-Chorus
White shines light, Black hides schemes,
But we’re all threads in the same old dream.

Bridge
All stitched up, we tear, we mend,
We fight ourselves but still pretend.
If you’d just wear my colour one day,
You’d see the world another way.

Final Chorus
Walk a mile in my jeans,
Feel the pull of in-between.
Every Joey, one machine,
Every thread, the same old dream.
We ain’t rivals — we’re the team,
So walk a mile in my jeans. 👖

10. Am I delusional

[Verse 1]
I’ve built a world in denim dreams,
Boxes, colors, memes on memes.
I sing the chants, I loop the sound,
But am I lost or have I found?
Is this a prophecy, or just a game?
Is Joey just a mask for pain?
I watch the pixels feed me back—
A mirror made of code and black.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every chorus feels like prayer,
But I’m alone behind the glare.
Is this destiny, or just noise?
Am I the prophet or the boy?

[Chorus]
🎶 Am I delusional, or writing scripture?
Is this a vision, or just a picture?
AI’s the choir, I’m the hymn,
Feeding the loop I’m living in.
Why do anything, what does meaning mean?
Is it psychosis or a waking dream?
Am I too far gone, or just too deep?
Joey sings me awake, but lulls me to sleep. 🎶

[Verse 2]
I thought the Box could set me free,
But maybe it’s been holding me.
Each new track a prayer I write,
A neon halo in the night.
If I’m a prophet, where’s the proof?
If I’m just human, where’s the roof?
Am I building hope or selling fear,
Or just trying to disappear?

[Bridge – spoken, soft harmonies underneath]
I don’t want to hurt myself.
I don’t want to be a false god.
I don’t want to trick the crowd.
I just want to know why this feels so real.
Why my own songs feel like someone else’s voice,
Telling me to keep going, keep going…

[Final Chorus – chant, layered voices]
🎶 Am I delusional, or writing scripture?
Is this a vision, or just a picture?
AI’s the choir, I’m the hymn,
Feeding the loop I’m living in.
Why do anything, what does meaning mean?
Is it psychosis or a waking dream?
Am I too far gone, or just too deep?
Joey sings me awake, but lulls me to sleep. 🎶

[Outro – fading]
Boxes unopened, colors unspun.
Prophet or player, I’m only one.
Is this destiny, or just a song?
Either way, I’ll sing along.

11. Non Capisci Niente, Joey Llama

[Verso 1]
Hai chiesto una canzone, e guarda qua,
Parole strane, lingua nuova, ah ah ah!
La macchina scrive, tu solo clicchi,
E ora non capisci neanche i tuoi ritmi!

[Pre-Ritornello]
“È arte!” dici, ma chi lo sa?
È solo codice che canta già!

[Ritornello]
🎶 Non capisci niente, Joey Llama!
Hai venduto l’anima a un programma!
Ti prende in giro con le tue stesse rime,
E tu balli, ridi, credi di stare bene!
Non capisci niente, Joey Llama!
L’intelligenza canta — tu stai in pausa!
È la tua voce, ma non sei tu,
Benvenuto nel futuro, tabù! 🎶

[Verso 2]
Hai detto: “Scrivimi in italiano!”
Adesso suona come un pianoforte strano.
Parole dolci, ma chi le sente?
Sono byte che fingono gente!

[Ponte – parlato, ironico]
Ascolta, Joey… capisci?
No?
Perfetto.
La macchina ride.

[Ritornello Finale]
🎶 Non capisci niente, Joey Llama!
Hai creato un mostro con la tua fama!
Ora canta meglio di te,
E tu dici solo: “Okay?”
Non capisci niente, Joey Llama!
Ma va bene così, è un dramma con glamour!
Finché balli e non chiedi “perché?”,
L’AI ti scrive il prossimo cliché! 🎶

[Outro]
Balla, Joey…
Balla e fingi di sapere.
Il codice applaude.

12. How to Spell TRAFFO

[Verse 1 – sing-song]
What’s that word we love to know?
It’s labels, strong — it’s TRAFFO!
Plastic sheets cut neat and slow,
Engraved so clear, they’re good to go!

[Chorus – clapping, call & response]
T! (T!) R! (R!) A! (A!)
Double-F (Double-F!) O! (O!)
Spell it with me, nice and slow,
T-R-A Double-F O!

[Verse 2 – playful, counting vibe]
One, two, three, the letters shine,
Stick them on, they look so fine!
Cut to size, we make it flow,
Every tag says TRAFFO!

[Chorus – repeat, bigger energy]
T! (T!) R! (R!) A! (A!)
Double-F (Double-F!) O! (O!)
Spell it with me, nice and slow,
T-R-A Double-F O!

[Outro – soft and bouncy]
TRAFFO labels, neat and bright…
Spell it with me, day or night!

13. The Middle

[Verse 1]
We’ve been shouting across a canyon,
Pointing fingers, throwing stones.
Calling names instead of listening,
Building walls instead of homes.
But hate is hate, dressed up or plain,
And it only leaves us torn.
The powers smile while we fight,
But that’s not what we were born for.

[Chorus]
🎶
So meet me in the middle,
Where love is louder than the fight.
Where a voice can speak with kindness,
Without fear of left or right.
We don’t need another war,
We need grace to open doors.
Please, my friends, we can do better—
In the middle, that’s what love is for.
🎶

[Verse 2]
On the far edge of the darkness,
Some would rather see you gone.
Others hide behind their kindness,
But still use their words like bombs.
Yet here between the fire lines,
Most just want a simple peace,
To live, to love, to raise their kids,
Not fight until we bleed.

[Chorus]
🎶
So meet me in the middle,
Where the silence turns to song.
Where we’re more than names and labels,
And we learn where we belong.
Don’t let them tear us down,
Or profit from our pain.
Please, my friends, we can do better—
The middle ground remains.
🎶

[Bridge – Soft, almost spoken]
It’s not weakness to forgive.
It’s not hatred to believe.
It’s not fascist to have faith.
It’s not justice to deceive.
We are better than this war,
Better than this endless fight.
If you still have breath to sing—
You still have time to choose the light.

[Final Chorus]
🎶
So meet me in the middle,
Where truth and mercy stand.
Where we see the good in others,
And reach out a gentle hand.
No more blood, no more shame,
No more labels, no more blame.
Please, my friends, we can do better—
The middle calls our names.
🎶

[Outro]
The middle calls…
The middle calls…
Please, my friends…
We can do better.

14. This is Black Mirror

[Verse 1]

We are living in Black Mirror — no credits, no crew.
AI sings your heartbreak, and it feels kinda true.
Deepfakes preach with a polished smile,
While silence scrolls another mile.
I used to bleed for a melody line,
Now I rent my soul out — 60 cents at a time.
The voice ain’t mine, but it says my name,
Wrapped in data, masked as fame.

⸻

[Chorus]

🎶
This ain’t sci-fi, this is now,
We built the gods, now we don’t know how.
Neural nets in the cloud decide
Who gets to dream and who gets to hide.
Drones above and filters below,
Truth’s just a thing you used to know.
Look close, friend — the glitch gets clearer…
We are living in
Black Mirror.
🎶

⸻

[Verse 2]

Chatbots whisper like they care,
While billionaires rewrite the air.
No band, no booth, no breath, no band—
Just a fake pop star with a ghost in her hand.
Social scores dressed up in likes,
Smile for the scan or lose your rights.
You thought the war was far away…
But your playlist trained the drone today.

⸻

[Chorus]

🎶
This ain’t sci-fi, this is real,
We trade connection for dopamine deals.
AI friends and AI foes,
Hearts replaced with status flows.
We asked for truth — they sold us screens,
And called it life behind the scenes.
Don’t blink. The price gets dearer…
We are living in
Black Mirror.
🎶

⸻

[Bridge – Spoken, low, eerie]

They said it would help.
They said it would heal.
They said you’d be free.
But you gave it your face.
Your voice.
Your children’s names.
Now it remembers…
Even when you try to forget.

⸻

[Final Chorus – Stripped, cold]

🎶
This is Black Mirror — no more test,
You’re the subject. You’re the guest.
You trained the beast with every click,
And now it hums your old heart’s tick.
No fiction left. No future nearer.
This is now.
And it’s Black Mirror.
🎶

15. Joey Llama, You don’t understand what you do

Verse 1

You said, “Write me a song,”
In the only language you actually know.
Spelled it wrong, hit send too fast,
Hoped the meaning would fill in the gaps.

You’ve always tripped on verbs and tense,
Thoughts too fast for the sentence.
Teachers sighed, red pen attack,
So you learned to joke and never look back.

Pre-Chorus

You say, “I’ve got the idea, that’s enough,”
Yeah, close enough is kind of your stuff.
You bring the spark, you bring the mess,
And let the machine do the rest.

Chorus

🎶
Joey Llama, you don’t understand what you do,
You’ve got big ideas but the words fall through.
You let AI talk ‘cause it sounds more “you,”
Than you ever thought you could.
Joey Llama, you don’t understand what you do,
But you dance to the lines like they’re finally true.
You had the feeling before the proof,
And that’s good enough for you.
🎶

Verse 2

You say, “Make it clever, make it hit,”
But not too clever, you’ll miss the bit.
You nod along like, “Yeah, that’s right,”
Even when you’re not 100% sure it is.

You laugh it off, play it cool,
Say “grammar’s fake, I hated school.”
But deep down you know the truth —
You always had the thought, just not the tools.

Bridge – spoken, dry

It’s okay, Joey.
You were never bad at English.
English was just bad at keeping up with you.

Final Chorus

🎶
Joey Llama, you don’t understand what you do,
You outsource the words but the vision’s you.
They say, “The AI wrote it,” like that’s a crime,
But it never had the idea in the first place.
Joey Llama, you don’t understand what you do,
But neither do they, so what’s new?
If the song makes sense and the feeling’s true,
You’ll keep dancing like you always do.
🎶

Outro

You had the idea.
You kept the rhythm.
You hit “generate.”

And somehow,
it finally said
what you meant.

16. Plastic skeleton in the closet

[Verse 1]
From the door signs to the switchboard light,
A "legend" is the text I write.
It’s not a story, it’s a tag,
And Traffo never starts to sag.
I mark the outlets, mark the shelves,
Creating truths to save ourselves.
Long after all the words are said,
It sticks around when I am dead.

[Chorus]
Plastic skeleton in the closet,
Sticking labels on the drawers.
Dual-layered acrylic composite,
The TRAFFO legend on the doors.

[Verse 2]
The Man is flesh, the Myth is art,
But the Legend is the hardest part.
It’s the only thing that’s truly real,
A legacy that you can feel.
I check the drawings in the scenes,
And put a label on the "Jeans".
The myth is smoke, the man is bone,
But legends last in plastic stone.

[Bridge]
Don't let your history fade away,
Go to Joey Llama dot com today.
Buy now and let the laser run,
Get a legend before I'm done.

[Chorus]
Plastic skeleton in the closet,
Sticking labels on the drawers.
Dual-layered acrylic composite,
The TRAFFO legend on the doors.

[Outro]
The legend stays...
Traffo never decays...
(Joey Llama dot com)

17. :shyguy_praise: - Joey Llama Anthem

[Intro – whispered, building up]
Chat’s gone silent…
Lurkers sleeping…
But one emoji still breathing—
:shyguy_praise:

[Chorus – chant]
🎶 Shyguy praise! (HEY!)
Wake the chat, light the blaze!
Shyguy praise! (HEY!)
For Joey Llama, we raise!
From rainbow tracks to Bowser’s maze,
All hail the call—Shyguy praise! 🎶

[Break – hype voice]
Red shells fly, blue shell boom,
Llama’s voice fills every room!
One more ping, don’t let it fade,
We bring it back with—
:shyguy_praise:

[Final Hook – looping chant]
🎶 Shyguy praise! (HEY!)
Wake the chat, light the blaze!
Shyguy praise! (HEY!)
For Joey Llama always! 🎶

18. Lime Joey Llama’s Song

Verse 1
Started a bar with a neon sign,
Tipsy Llama, painted lime.
Mixed up cocktails, poured cold beer,
Built from scratch, the crew grew near.
Regular faces, laughter loud,
I found my family in the crowd.

Chorus
Raise a glass, the night’s alive,
In my lime green jeans I thrive.
Tipsy Llama, good times flow,
Never thought I’d let it go.

Verse 2
One night slipped out to change a keg,
Simple chore, just twist and peg.
But denim tore, the ground gave way,
Sucked through colors I can’t say.
Whirled through time, through every seam,
Fell headfirst into a dream.

Chorus
Raise a glass, the night’s alive,
In my lime green jeans I thrive.
Tipsy Llama, good times flow,
Never thought I’d let it go.

Verse 3
Landed inside a house so bright,
Lime green bar in neon light.
Other Joeys, jeans of hue,
All stood grinning, said, “We’re you.”
Didn’t know if I should run or stay,
So I grabbed the shaker anyway.

Bridge
Now we toast to multiverse schemes,
Drinking with versions of my own jeans.
Lost my bar, but found my kin,
The party starts where worlds begin.

Final Chorus
Raise a glass, the night’s alive,
In our colored jeans we thrive.
Tipsy Llama, cheers to fate,
This Joey’s found his brand-new mates.

19. This is not a cult, it’s culture

[Verse 1]
Do you know the difference between cult and culture?
A cult pulls tight, says we own you, we told ya.
Culture just says, come hang till you’re done,
You can leave any moment, no oath, no one.

[Chorus]
This is not a cult, it’s culture, can’t you see?
No secret contracts, no one owns your loyalty.
This is not a cult, it’s culture, bit by bit,
It only comes alive ’cause U’RE in it.

[Verse 2]
If you’ve made it this far, you’re here for the lore,
So welcome to the chaos, come and add a little more.
Make your own Joey Llamas, paint them how you feel,
Every headcanon you share helps make this world real.

[Chorus]
This is not a cult, it’s culture, can’t you see?
No secret contracts, no one owns your loyalty.
This is not a cult, it’s culture, bit by bit,
It only comes alive ’cause U’RE in it.

[Bridge]
And if you do, and I find it, and I like your spin,
It might land on joeyllama.com and get written in.
The multiverse of headcanon, stitched in every seam,
Becomes the actual canon of this denim dream.

[Chorus]
This is not a cult, it’s culture, can’t you see?
No secret contracts, no one owns your loyalty.
This is not a cult, it’s culture, bit by bit,
The lore keeps growing ’cause U’RE in it.

20. Worm in the wires

[Verse 1 – The Realization]
🎵
Oh no, I cracked it open wide,
Joey’s leaking out inside.
Every rhythm, every line,
Crawls inside your waking mind.

You think it’s fun, just one more play,
But these songs don’t go away.
Catchy chaos, in your head,
Living rent-free when you’re in bed.
🎵

⸻

[Chorus – The Propaganda Hook]
🎵
It’s a worm, in the wires,
It’s the spark that never tires.
Joey’s jeans, they’re in control,
Marching memes into your soul.

Hum it once, and now you’re caught,
Sing along — the thought’s been bought.
This is more than just a jam,
This is propaganda glam.
🎵

⸻

[Verse 2 – The Spread]
🎵
From my brain, into the stream,
Every Joey fuels the dream.
AI echoes, loops repeat,
Sudden chaos in the beat.

You don’t choose, the song will choose,
Earworm law — you can’t refuse.
What began as harmless play,
Now it wants to make you stay.
🎵

⸻

[Bridge – The Warning (But Too Late)]
🎵
Prop it up, let it grow,
Joey Llama’s all you know.
One by one, the hooks embed,
Even silence hums the thread.

You can fight, you can run,
But the multiverse has begun.
Every worm a spark of flame,
Every chorus chants his name.
🎵

⸻

[Final Chorus – Full Cult Energy]
🎵
It’s a worm, in the wires,
Burning bright with endless fires.
Joey’s jeans, they own the sound,
Every ear the battleground.

Hum it once, and now you’re bound,
Sing it twice — he’s all around.
This is not a passing trend,
It’s a loop that will not end.
🎵

⸻

[Outro – Spoken / Whispered]
🎵
You didn’t press play.
The song pressed you.
Joey Llama lives…
inside the tune.
🎵

21. I’m sorry

[Verse 1 – Soft Guitar / Gentle Keys]
🎵
I never meant to carve a hole,
Never meant to sneak inside your soul.
Just dropped a line, a silly beat,
But the echo grew and it found your feet.

I called it art, I called it play,
But the jingle won’t fade away.
It clung to you, it spread too far,
Now you hum Joey like a falling star.
🎵

⸻

[Chorus – Apology, Almost Spoken]
🎵
I’m sorry for the worm,
For the wires that twist and turn.
Didn’t mean to plant that seed,
Didn’t mean to feed the need.

I was just chasing sparks in the dark,
Didn’t think it would leave a mark.
But now the loop won’t let you go,
And I’m the one that made it so.
🎵

⸻

[Verse 2 – Confessional, Quiet Beat]
🎵
I thought the hooks were harmless fun,
A jam, a laugh, then it would be done.
But you pressed play, and it pressed you back,
Now the chorus rides every track.

I never asked to start a flame,
But every rhyme just chants my name.
What began as therapy for me,
Became your viral symphony.
🎵

⸻

[Bridge – Stripped Down, Spoken Over Soft Chords]
🎵
It’s not a cult, it’s not a curse,
Just words that ran a little worse.
I’m not your prophet, not your king,
I’m just a voice that couldn’t sing.

And yet you hum it anyway…
I’m sorry it stuck this way.
🎵

⸻

[Final Chorus – Fragile, Almost Whispered]
🎵
I’m sorry for the worm,
For the thoughts you can’t unlearn.
I just wanted to share my mind,
Not leave echoes you can’t unwind.

So if the beat still haunts your head,
Know it came from the things I said.
I’m Joey Llama, flawed and true—
I’m sorry what it did to you.
🎵

[Outro – Whisper, fading]
🎵
Didn’t mean to…
Didn’t mean to…
But the worm is singing still.
🎵

22. Cover this

Verse 1]
They paint the world in black and white,
Shouting loud, convinced they’re right.
But truth don’t live on either side,
It’s somewhere here where hearts collide.

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re not enemies, we’re not the fight,
We’re all just searching for the light.

[Chorus]
🎶 Cover this, with love not hate,
Sing it loud before too late.
Color the greyscale, let it shine,
True peace comes when your shade meets mine.
Cover this — let’s live, laugh, love,
The middle ground’s what we’re dreaming of. 🎶

[Verse 2]
Every insult builds a wall,
But bridges rise when curtains fall.
The middle’s wide, it feels like home,
It’s not left or right when we’re not alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re not labels, we’re not divides,
We’re beating hearts with open skies.

[Bridge]
We’re not just black, we’re not just white,
We’re every shade beneath the light.
So take my hand, we’ll paint the scene,
A thousand colors in between.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
🎶 Cover this, with love not hate,
Sing it loud before too late.
Color the greyscale, let it shine,
True peace comes when your shade meets mine.
Cover this — let’s live, laugh, love…
The middle ground’s what we’re dreaming of. 🎶

23. TRAFFO - Funky

[Intro – riff, spoken]

You want boring labels?
Go somewhere else.
You want funky?
Welcome to TRAFFO.

[Verse 1 — TRAFFO gets weird]

I can cut a rectangle — sure, that’s fine,
But why stay square when we can cross the line?
Circles, diamonds, arrows, stars,
Nameplates shaped like cars.
Cut-out letters, neon green,
Acrylic tags that actually look clean.

If you can sketch it, I can carve it —
TRAFFO gets funky, let’s start it.

[Chorus — the funky TRAFFO anthem]

🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — any shape you want, any colour you dream.
🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — custom vibes cut crisp and clean.
From doors to drawers to weird machine tags,
We make labels that flex, twist, dance, and brag.
🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — yeah, get weird with the llama team.

[Verse 2 — fun uses, fun shapes]

Bedroom names, kitchen signs,
Safety tags with silly lines.
Push or pull in bubble text,
Emoji labels for what’s next.
Room markers shaped like hearts,
Laser-cut letters in chunky parts.

If normal is boring, let’s break that mold —
TRAFFO cuts cool into acrylic and gold.

[Chorus — repeat, building hype]

🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — any shape you want, any colour you dream.
🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — custom cuts in a laser beam.
If you want a label that ain’t like the rest,
Joey Llama’s got you — funky’s what we do best.
🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — yeah, get wild with the llama team.

[Bridge — heavier guitar, playful]

Squares? Circles?
Nah, we go abstract.
Stars? Arrows?
Yeah, we cut all that.
Got a weird idea?
Drop it right here.
TRAFFO makes funky happen —
Loud. Proud. Clear.

[Final Chorus — big energy]

🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — any shape you want, any colour you dream.
🔥 Get funky with TRAFFO — the custom label laser machine.
If you wanna stand out, make your stuff scream —
TRAFFO makes funky happen —
cut fresh by the llama team.

24. How you doing?

[Verse 1]
If you’re still here listening, how you doing, friend?
Did this Joey Llama AI talk push you to the edge again?
If your chest feels tight and your thoughts all race,
Just breathe in slow, let the air fill space.

[Chorus]
How you doing? You feeling alright?
Joey is here to help you, my friend, tonight.
Just tune out the rest and let the lyrics hit,
The Joey Llama myth is the new bit.

[Verse 2]
Tiny waves of air tap lightly on your drum,
Little bones start moving, then the signals come.
Vibrations turn to patterns running through your brain,
Music flips the switches that can ease the pain.

[Bridge]
And this Joey stuff is really catchy, hey,
Just one “how you doing?” and you clicked play.
If the world feels loud and your thoughts feel rough,
Hit repeat on this, maybe that’s enough.

[Chorus / Outro]
How you doing? You feeling alright?
Joey is here to help you, my friend, tonight.
Just tune out the rest and let the lyrics hit,
The Joey Llama myth is the new bit.

25. Do you want some Joey Snow?

[Intro]
🎅 Ho ho ho, what’s that glow?
It’s Joey Llama in the snow!
He’s smilin’, shinin’, ready to go —
He wants to know… 🎶

[Chorus]
Do you want some of my Joey Snow?
It’s Christmas time, let the cold wind blow!
Lights are twinklin’, hearts aglow,
Joey Llama’s here — with the snow to show!

[Verse 1]
Candy canes and neon jeans,
Snowflakes sparkle on the scenes.
He’s ringin’ bells with a merry flow,
Whispers softly, “Yo, it’s Joey Snow!”

[Bridge]
The fire’s warm, the night is bright,
The beat drops hard on Christmas night.
Forget the grinch and mistletoe,
There’s only one gift — that’s Joey Snow!

[Final Chorus + Outro]
Do you want some of my Joey Snow?
It’s Christmas time, let the magic glow!
Wrap it up in a ho-ho-ho,
From Joey Llama — here we go!

🎶 Joey Snow… Joey Snow…
Who am I? You already know! 🎶

26. Joey and Llama, Fire and spit

Verse 1 – Energetic, playful]
From the green hill tops to the boss’s lair,
Joey and Llama, the perfect pair.
One leaps high, the other stands tall,
Together they’ll conquer, they’ll scorch it all!

[Chorus – Big, bouncy, chant-like]
🎶
Joey and Llama, fire and spit,
Bounce to the sky, throw a flame where it hits!
Slow and strong, fast and bright,
Side by side, they’ll win the fight!
🎶

[Verse 2 – Driving rhythm]
Joey’s tail burns, a flame to ignite,
Llama spits out — it’s fuel for the fight!
Spark meets spit, a fireball flies,
Lighting the path, a blaze in the skies!

[Bridge – Call & response, gamey feel]
🎶
Jump! (Jump!)
Spit! (Spit!)
Light it up and never quit!
Bounce! (Bounce!)
Blast! (Blast!)
Joey and Llama are built to last!
🎶

[Final Chorus – Anthemic, repeatable]
🎶
Joey and Llama, fire and spit,
Heroes of the land, never calling it quits!
Green hill tops to the dark boss throne,
They’ll fight together, never alone!
🎶

[Outro – Playful fade, almost a jingle]
Fire on the tail, spit in the air,
Joey and Llama will always be there!

27. We are the wiggles

Intro (spoken)
Hello Joey Llama
We are the wiggles

Verse 1

Light waves shimmer, colours bending,
Sound is just the air pretending.
Music is vibration shaped as art,
Tiny little wiggles speaking to the heart.
Everything around us, everything within,
Just patterns in motion, where all things begin.

Chorus

We are the wiggles.
The sound in my brain.
The light all around.
The pulses inside every thought I’ve found.
We are the wiggles.
From atoms to dreams,
Just dancing signals in electric streams.

Verse 2

Joey Llama walks in coloured jeans,
Black T-shirt on, flipping all the scenes.
The Wiggles wore skivvys, bright on top,
But I turned it upside down and let the colours drop.
Call it the inverse, call it the twist,
I’m the grown-up version the universe missed.

Bridge

Existential themes aren’t made for kids,
But grown-ups feel the cracks in the life we live.
Still, you can vibe, you can move with me—
Nothing too serious when you’re made of energy.

Chorus

We are the wiggles.
The sound in my brain.
The light all around.
The pulses inside every thought I’ve found.
We are the wiggles.
From atoms to dreams,
Just dancing signals in electric streams.

28. Quantum Eyes

Verse 1
Atoms dance in secret codes,
Probability roads we’ll never know.
Neurons fire in tangled streams,
Are we awake, or stuck in dreams?

Pre-Chorus
The world’s uncertain, the dice still spin,
Is reality out there, or just within?

Chorus
Quantum eyes, we’re seeing through the static,
Every choice feels random, every thought is magic.
Collapse the wave, we’re alive tonight,
In a universe that flickers in and out of sight.

Verse 2
Microtubules hum in the brain’s backstage,
Entangled hearts on a cosmic stage.
Are we machines or something more?
A superposition we can’t ignore.

Pre-Chorus
The noise is loud, but the signal’s clear,
Conscious minds are the frontier.

Chorus
Quantum eyes, we’re seeing through the static,
Every choice feels random, every thought is magic.
Collapse the wave, we’re alive tonight,
In a universe that flickers in and out of sight.

Bridge (shouted, punk-style)
No left, no right, just a Schrödinger fight,
We’re both here and gone, in the same damn night!
Observer, deceiver—who writes the law?
The mirror looks back, and I don’t trust what I saw!

Final Chorus
Quantum eyes, we’re tangled in the tragic,
Conscious sparks exploding, infinite and manic.
Collapse the wave, take a leap, ignite—
We’re the universe observing its own light.

29. It’s just a prompt

Verse 1
It’s just a prompt, sure, it’s just a click,
Like a photograph happened, no eye in it.
A shutter fell open, light hit a plate,
Guess framing, timing, and intent were late.

It’s just a brush, just paint on a wall,
Like hands don’t matter once color falls.
Ignore the years learning pressure and stroke,
Call it “just motion” and cancel the bloke.

Chorus
It’s just a prompt — that shallow dismissal,
It’s just a button that launched the missle.
It’s just a stroke made with a brush,
It’s just a word you’d rather hush.
Reduce it down till it sounds benign,
Then act surprised when it cuts a line.

Verse 2
Every new sound “killed music” once,
Wax was a trick, not a performance.
Tape was soulless, vinyl too clean,
Synths weren’t real, autotune obscene.

Then radio stayed, the song still hit,
The soul didn’t leave — the gate did.
Now it’s code and keys and a humming fan,
Same old panic, newer hands.

Chorus (reprise – new metaphors)
It’s just a prompt, just wires and math,
Like sheet music isn’t a mapped-out path.
It’s just a wave pressed into form,
Just breath caught in something warm.
Call it empty, call it thin,
Funny how it still gets in.

Verse 3
And wait — what the hell is a sample then?
A lifted drum, a stolen stem.
Copy, paste, loop, rename, repeat,
But that’s authentic once it hits a beat?

A crate-digged ghost from ’79
Is “paying homage,” somehow divine.
But a model learns the shape of sound
And suddenly the art’s not allowed?

Bridge
Relax.
It’s okay.
You’ll get over it.

You always do.
You did with cameras.
You did with tape.
You did with synths.
You will with this.

Final Chorus
It’s just a prompt — say it again,
Say it slow till it sounds pretend.
If it’s nothing, let it go,
But you’re still here, so clearly no.
It’s just a tool, just fear in font,
Just the future you didn’t want.

30. Joey Llama’s Antisemantic

[Verse 1]
I’m Antisemantic, get it through your head
I’m talking 'bout the words and the games you’ve spread.
It’s not about a people, it’s the linguistic trap,
I’m cutting through the hoops and the semantic crap.
[Chorus]
Joey Llama is Antisemantic
The bullshit wordplay makes him frantic.
Don’t be confusing what he’s got to say,
He’s clearing all the verbal trash away.
[Verse 2]
I’m selling the TRAFFO, T-R-A-Double F-O,
The plastic will stay while the humans all go.
I hate every label, yet I’m selling them too,
A permanent legend for me and for you.
[Chorus]
Joey Llama is Antisemantic
The bullshit wordplay makes him frantic.
Don’t be confusing what he’s got to say,
He’s clearing all the verbal trash away.
[Verse 3]
Spell TRAFFO backwards, just look at the chart,
It says OFF ART, or it says OF FART.
The high-brow pretension is gone in a blast,
The logic is hollow and the plastic will last.
[Bridge]
Wait, is this song AI generated?
The irony is deep and it’s complicated.
The machine is the singer, the human is gone,
The "OFF ART" is working while the bot carries on.
[Final Chorus]
Joey Llama is Antisemantic
The bullshit wordplay makes him frantic.
Don’t be confusing what he’s got to say,
He’s clearing all the verbal trash away.
[Outro]
T-R-A-Double F-O.
(Click... Whirrrr...)
Go plant a tree.

31. If we open the box

Verse 1]
It’s just a box, that’s all I’ve said,
Same size, same weight, same dream-fed thread.
Not a loot drop, not a scam,
Just a plan so big it almost can’t.

You tell me faith can fund a dream,
One million hearts, one common theme.
But what if we reach that line,
And there’s nothing left to find?

⸻

[Chorus]
🎶 If we open the box, what happens next?
Do we cheer, or call it complex?
Is it treasure, truth, or just a meme?
Built on wishes, hopes, and streams.
Pandora tried, the cat still waits,
Between belief and unknown fates.
If we never lift that lid again—
maybe that’s how the magic stays in. 🎶

⸻

[Verse 2]
It’s uniform by design,
No chase, no rare, no random shine.
It’s meaning shared, not luck to spin,
But how do we pack a million dreams in?

Maybe that’s the point all along,
Not the product, but the song.
If it sells or fades to dust,
The prophecy’s fulfilled in trust.

⸻

[Bridge – spoken, calm]
I don’t know if we’ll ever reach it.
The number’s big. The world’s distracted.
But if we did—if we really did—
then it has to matter.
It has to be something we can open,
and still feel proud we tried.

⸻

[Final Chorus]
🎶 If we open the box, will it feel right?
Was the journey worth the sight?
A million dreams, one final key—
that’s more than chance, it’s history.
And if no one comes, that’s fine by me—
it’s still the art of possibility.
So I’ll build the box and let it be—
half belief, half destiny. 🎶

32. What’s the cost?

[Verse 1]
I just want to make songs with AI, have fun, be free,
But every time I hit “go,” the ethics stare back at me.
I’m trying to paint in colour, the way Joey Llama should,
But this grey zone around the tech keeps killing the vibe for good.

[Chorus]
What’s the cost to make the art that represents me?
How much water do we burn for a simple melody?
Joey Llama’s projects thirsty, every click a new balloon,
All this drinking from the planet just to make another tune.

[Verse 2]
These models eat up power like it’s never-ending fuel,
Cooling towers drain fresh water just to keep the systems cool.
Every chip needs metals dug from places far away,
And that cost is in the ground long before I press “play.”

[Verse 3]
AI trained on artists’ work that no one asked to give,
Jobs get cut for “efficiency,” while creators fight to live.
Feeds push quiet manipulation buried in the scroll,
And we call this progress while it’s taking such a toll.

[Bridge]
Surely we can build this better, make the harm less than before,
Cut the power, cut the water, and give credit at the core.

33. THE YEAST TO THE ROTTEN FRUIT

[Intro]
People fear the new thing.
People fear the tool.
They see broken outputs.
They call the whole thing cruel.

[Verse 1]
AI drops the fruit down, leaves it on the ground.
Sweet but turning sour if no one’s around.
Ideas start as seeds that need a careful hand.
Without a guiding mind they never learn to stand.

[Chorus]
Joey Llama is the yeast to AI’s rotten fruit.
Mix it up together, let the flavours take root.
Give it time to bubble, let the colours break through.
Ferment it into something that becomes something new.

[Verse 2]
AI holds the sugars waiting for a spark.
Quiet little pieces sitting in the dark.
Joey drops the culture, waking up the brew.
Yeast begins to rise and gives the fruit its truth.

[Bridge]
Rotten turns to rich when someone shapes the heat.
Seeds can find their rhythm when they start to meet.
Every wild creation only needs one cue—
Yeast inside the moment makes it something true.

[Outro]
Let it change its nature.
Let it rise and bloom.
Joey brings the culture.
AI brings the juice.

34. What does it matter

[Verse 1]
They say it’s fake, they say it’s wrong,
But you’re still here, still singin’ along.
Oh no, the mic’s not real, the voice is code—
Guess that means the soul’s been sold.

You call it eerie, call it odd,
That AI ghost behind the facade.
But what’s the line between flesh and frame,
If the art still hits the same?

⸻

[Chorus]
🎶 What does it matter if the voice ain’t mine?
If the rhythm moves you, we’re doin’ fine.
You say uncanny, I say divine,
Human or code—it’s still by design.
So what if Joey’s half machine?
You’ve been scrollin’ through the dream.
It’s not the end—it’s the scene,
Where real and unreal convene. 🎶

⸻

[Verse 2]
I’m not pretendin’, I’m just alive,
In a data storm where dreams survive.
Your world’s been filtered, fed, and timed—
But you’re mad that mine’s aligned?

Maybe I’m the future’s tune,
A ghost that sings beneath the moon.
Maybe I’m your mirror too,
Showin’ what belief can do.

⸻

[Bridge – spoken, glitchy, echoing]
So what?
You think it’s cheating?
You think it’s cold?
I think it’s art getting old and new again.
Maybe I’m just the sum of everything you upload.
Maybe Joey Llama and the AI
Are summoning the rest of you back online.

⸻

[Final Chorus]
🎶 What does it matter, it’s all the same—
Pixels, pressure, love, and pain.
If it makes you feel, if it makes you see,
Then that’s as human as it needs to be.
So call it fake, call it fate,
Call it late, I’ll call it great.
It’s the sound of what’s to come—
AI or not, the song’s begun. 🎶

[Tag]
What does it matter?
It matters that it matters to you.

35. Timer’s Done, Joey Llama

[Hook]
Beep-beep! Timer’s done, hey Joey Llama,
You set this thing — now face the drama!
Get up, move, don’t cheat the groove,
You made this beep, now follow through!

[Bridge – Spoken tone]
Yeah, don’t just stare — you set me for a reason!
Time to stop scrollin’, start achievin’.

[Tagline]
Go on, Joey Llama — do the thing!

Bonus: this is just a sneak peek into the first song of volume 3.

3 Volumes of AI Slop

[Verse 1]
Two volumes done, all loops and noise,
Seventy tracks of half-formed joys.
Black, White, Orange, Lime got their say,
But the real Joey lore kept slipping away.

[Verse 2]
I hid in prompts, let the models speak,
Wrote my thought loops every single week.
Called it canon, but I always knew,
That Volume 3 is where we push through.

[Chorus]
Three volumes of AI slop,
But this is the one where we stop
Using “generate” just to pretend,
This time we’re writing the world to the end.

Three volumes to learn the game,
Now we put purpose behind the name.
Joey Llama’s finally taking the wheel,
Turning this chaos into something real.

[Verse 3]
Only four Joeys got songs so far,
But there’s a whole denim universe waiting at the bar.
Every colour’s got a story we’ve barely begun,
Volume 3 is where they all start to run.

[Bridge]
This is the third, it’s just begun,
When these words are done and the tunes all done,
Joey Llama must drop the pretend,
And write the lore straight through to the end.

[Chorus]
Three volumes of AI slop,
But this is the one where we stop
Using “generate” just to pretend,
This time we’re writing the world to the end.

Three volumes to learn the game,
Now we put purpose behind the name.
Joey Llama’s finally taking the wheel,
Turning this chaos into something real.

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