π· Saxboy Sundays β sing your dumb trip
Your dumb real trip,
sung like a sunrise. π·
Feed it your actual trip β the city, the two boring things you did, the one thing that went sideways, and whoever you dragged along. It writes you a full Saxboy-Billy-style verse in the songβs cadence and hands you a karaoke lyric card. Screenshot it, film your mediocre footage over the Sound, pin the verse. Itβs AI and it slaps and weβre not sorry.

