George Mooney[Intro]
[Verse 1]
He used to pitch deals, nine-to-five grind,
Now he’s the sage of the laundry line.
Smartomat’s calling, he’s stacking the codes,
Cottage Joe’s lifting, swole in his glow.
Sneakers laced tight, he’s dribbling flames,
Courtside at dawn, chasing that game.
Breakfast to dinner, a white creamy feast,
Cottage cheese dreams, his protein-packed peace.
[Chorus]
Oh, Cottage Joe, Joe, riding the groove,
From sales floor lows to the advisor’s new truth.
Muscles and circuits, he’s syncing the flow,
Smartomat’s buzzing where the b**t never slows.
[Verse 2]
Gym pumps iron, his playlist on fire,
Synthwaves collide with his rising desire.
Spreadsheets to sprints, he’s mastering both,
A tech-head titan with a coach’s oath.
Midnight hoops under neon-lit skies,
Cottage cheese jar like a trophy he flies.
Advisor by day, beast mode by night,
His rhythm’s the spark, the future’s alight.
[Bridge]
Hustle in his veins, a blueprint redefined,
From selling the pitch to rewiring minds.
Every rep, every bounce, every byte he’s grown,
Cottage Joe’s kingdom—where the seeds are sown.
[Chorus]
Oh, Cottage Joe, Joe, riding the groove,
From sales floor lows to the advisor’s new truth.
Muscles and circuits, he’s syncing the flow,
Smartomat’s buzzing where the b**t never slows.
[Outro]