stoner sundays

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The sun is peeking through the blinds, I tell it "not today," I’m occupied with greenery, I’m burning through the hay. My chore list is a blank sheet, it’s looking like a ghost, I’m buttering my brain like a piece of sourdough toast. I’m Shakespeare of the shatter, the Keats of the kief, I’m rapping like a legend while I’m seeking some relief. I’ve got a PhD in Puffing, a Master’s in the Munch, I skipped my breakfast at 11 just to smoke it for my lunch. so stoned I tried to unlock my front door with a Snickers, My internal clock is glitching, man, it flickers and it bickers. Is it 2:00 o'clock or Tuesday? is that cat a holograph? just spent twenty minutes writing a giraffe an autograph. I’m a lyrical magician, watch the vapor disappear, I’m the only one who’s winning in this atmosphere of gear. The beat is steady-thumping, like a pulse inside my palm, I’m the center of the storm, but I’m looking like the calm. The clock is doing laps, but I’m stuck in a loop, I just tried to blow the steam off a bowl of cold soup. My cognitive function is officially on strike, I’m wandering through the cosmos in my brand new nikes. This 125 keeps the rhythm in the pocket, While my mental capacity is launching like a rocket. I’m staring at the screensaver, deep in a trance, Watching geometric shapes do that slow-motion dance. I’m the king of the sofa, with a velvet-lined crown, If gravity was optional, I’d never come down. I’m rapping to the rhythm of a vibrating phone, In a blissful little kingdom where I’m sitting on the throne. Now the munchies are hitting like a freight train of snacks, I’m raiding every cupboard, following the salt tracks. A sandwich with some pickles and a dash of hot sauce? I’m a culinary genius, I’m the kitchen’s main boss. My Sunday is a masterpiece of unproductive bliss, A hazy little moment that I’m never gonna miss. The beat starts to fade, but the vibe is still peak, I haven’t even managed to find the words to speak— Except for these bars, which are flowing like a stream, Living out the Sunday afternoon pipe dream. I’m folding up the day like a clean set of sheets, then im drifting off to sleep to this mobb deep type beat #OGBARZ #endofdays #stonerrap #Rapfame #NewMusic #HipHopCulture #RapMusic #IndependentArtist #Bars #FreestyleRap #Lyricist #UndergroundRap #UpcomingArtist #MusicProducer #RapBeats #SoundCloudRap #ArtistToWatch #HipHopHeads #MusicPromotion #ViralMusic #ArtistLife #StudioFlow #TrendAlert #OldSchoolHipHop #ExplorePage #NewRelease #MusicVideo #Songwriter #DailyMusic

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End of days

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5 months ago

End of days

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5 months ago

@pkazie cheers for helping me push my limits with that other sick 125bpm sample or i wouldn't have been able to make this flow💪✊️

Raw Feelz

5 months ago

Great bars mate 👌