click and Lisson! I made this song on Suno! TheHeraSyndulla is my name there! my cats really smart! he decently has more than one bran cell. also, I love he very much
[Verse 1] Drama king on the windowsill Sunbeam throne, sitting there so still Half-closed eyes, like he’s meditating Then he spots my toes and he comes rotating (hey!) Chill one second, then he darts Sideways hop like a shopping cart Zoomies in the hallway, claws on the mat Yeah I live with a tiny, furry maniac cat [Chorus] My cat’s got mood swings, nine lives, one brain cell Angel when he’s sleeping, gremlin when he yells Wants to go outside, crying at the door But I open up wide and he don’t wanna anymore He wakes me up at 6 a.m. with that “let me out” shout But when I drag myself up, he just stands there, turns around He’s a prince, he’s a pest, he’s a walking plot twist Schrödinger’s furry little punk that I somehow still kiss (mwah) [Verse 2] Bathtub time, yeah, he loves that game Licks three drops, like “this is gourmet” Tail in the air, full tasting tour Then whoops—slip—splash—he’s on the bathroom floor Spaghetti night, I can’t relax Little nose diving straight for my snacks Paws on the plate like, “that’s for me” Sir, you eat kibble, leave my carbs in peace [Chorus] My cat’s got mood swings, nine lives, one brain cell Angel when he’s sleeping, gremlin when he yells Wants to go outside, crying at the door But I open up wide and he don’t wanna anymore He wakes me up at 6 a.m. with that “let me out” shout But when I drag myself up, he just stands there, turns around He’s a prince, he’s a pest, he’s a walking plot twist Schrödinger’s furry little punk that I somehow still kiss [Bridge] [Beat drops to piano and soft pulse] Little tiger in a tiny house Big dreams in a small brown couch Chasing nothing like it’s something grand Then he curls right up in my hand (oh) Yeah he’s chaos in a cute disguise Scratch marks, hairballs, glowing eyes But when he purrs on my chest at night All that drama kinda feels just right [Chorus] My cat’s got mood swings, nine lives, one brain cell Angel when he’s sleeping, gremlin when he yells Wants to go outside, crying at the door But I open up wide and he don’t wanna anymore He wakes me up at 6 a.m. with that “let me out” shout But when I drag myself up, he just stands there, turns around He’s a prince, he’s a pest, he’s a walking plot twist Schrödinger’s furry little punk that I somehow still kiss (hey!) Schrödinger’s furry little punk that I somehow still kiss
