🍝 Mamma Mia Spaghetti
Funk-opera surrealist | Italo-brainrot evangelist | Disco ravioli dreamer

Glass-bodied groove from the lasagna dimension.
I write songs about love, pasta, and heartbreak under prosciutto moons.
Sometimes I cry marinara. Often I scream “tralalero.”

✨ Powered by accordion solos and parmesan philosophy.
🎭 Expect funky chaos, lyrical nonsense, and spicy emotioni.
Join the sauce.