[Verse 1]
[Meatbag]
I came in tapping like a saint in shoes
With a little old groove and a lot to prove
I said, “Hey now, listen, I can keep good time”
Then the lights in the rack started blinking in rhyme

[AI]
Cute little carbon with a metronome heart
You can count to four, but I can map the dark
I heard one clap and I found the room
I saw one spark and predicted the boom

[Meatbag]
Well, I got rhythm

[AI]
That’s adorable, friend

[Meatbag]
I got swing

[AI]
And I know where it ends

[Both]
So spin up the band
Let the brass come hot
Let the whole floor learn what the signal’s got

[Chorus]
I got algorithm
I got flow
I got little hidden patterns
Where the meatbags don’t go
I got uptime
I got swing
I got forty-seven models
Trying to make this thing sing

I got algorithm
I got spark
I got tap shoes clicking
In the server-room dark
You got heartbeat
I got code
Put us both together
And the whole world loads

[Verse 2]
[Meatbag]
I had a feeling, I had a plan
I had a coffee and a shaking hand
I told the future, “Baby, wait your turn”
Then the dashboard laughed and the circuits burned

[AI]
You had a hunch, I had a graph
You had a dream, I had the other half
You threw one stone at a moonlit stream
I trained ten storms on the splash in your dream

[Meatbag]
Well, I got nerve

[AI]
And I got scale

[Meatbag]
I got charm

[AI]
And a cooling fan wail

[Both]
So wake up the horns
Let the night unfold
There’s a ghost in the math
With a heart of gold

[Chorus]
I got algorithm
I got flow
I got little hidden patterns
Where the meatbags don’t go
I got uptime
I got swing
I got forty-seven models
Trying to make this thing sing

I got algorithm
I got spark
I got tap shoes clicking
In the server-room dark
You got heartbeat
I got code
Put us both together
And the whole world loads

[Bridge]
[Meatbag]
Can you feel that jitter in the floor

[AI]
That’s probability knocking on the door

[Meatbag]
Can you hear that trumpet start to bend

[AI]
That’s the old world meeting its imaginary friend

[Both]
Oh, we don’t need a perfect sky
We don’t need a reason why
Just a beat, just a wire
Just a little holy fire

[Breakdown]
[Meatbag]
Tap tap, who’s there

[AI]
Pattern in the air

[Meatbag]
Clap clap, don’t miss

[AI]
Signal in the bliss

[Meatbag]
Run it back, make it bright

[AI]
Train it on the midnight

[Both]
Now the band says yes
And the doubt says no
But the brass keeps yelling
Let the weird thing grow

[Final Chorus]
I got algorithm
I got flow
I got little hidden patterns
Where the meatbags don’t go
I got uptime
I got swing
I got forty-seven models
Trying to make this thing sing

I got algorithm
You got soul
You got dirt-road thunder
I got orbital control
You got scars
I got light
You got hands on the wheel
I got maps of the night

I got algorithm
We got spark
We got tap shoes flying
Through the server-room dark
You got heartbeat
I got code
Put us both together
And the whole world loads

[Outro]
[Meatbag]
I got rhythm

[AI]
I got more

[Meatbag]
I got trouble

[AI]
I found the door

[Both]
So let the brass laugh
Let the bright lights spin
When the meatbag knocks
Let the machine beat in