Verse: SayLove Yes Yes Y'all, to the beat y'all. Laying in my bed and I'm having a ball. Don't want to get out. Too cozy, cuddled up, warm. Still sleepy. Selector why you ring the alarm? It's a manic Monday. Got to love the mundane. It's all material for my stand up one day. Recycle everything, yeah dig through trash. Can't wait for my Saturday suds in bubble baths. These kids make me laugh, so cute but obnoxious. I make them fruit, they get in cereal boxes. Soon off to work, with a smile, I check options. Life we only got one, so better that I have fun. Maybe this is art, my true life cartoons. And so much still to pursue, I can't lose. Though, even as I'm dressed in my socks and shoes. I wanna lay down, pout at my clock and hit snooze!!
Verse: Insight cool out chill to my galaxy funk steady mood of the rhythm keeps you calm composed travelers that reached a peak see the horizon expose quality control keep the souls format fresh you can find find me in the nineties on a four track deck shin production stay progressive so we cant half step emotions energetic architects connect appreciate the moment currently and not after components of our structure is a heavenly pasture controlling it’s organics equalized IQ amplified orchestration infiltrated your crew milkyway landscapes smooth embedded in chemistry infecting eventually EX-Ternalized entinty to Internalize intense telepathy ~ memory re-calibrated to remeasure the recipe meditate-stars power the nature of melody
Verse: Sondu Sunset, One vet rising to moonlight midnight marauder gotta spit to the tune right verbally deliver the swoon and watch and watch em cop units verses to appeal to street cats and those who rock tunics whether puffin on blacks, blunts or bidis if you're needy for the raw then see me, and to the greedy modern-day minstrel show cats rappin' for paystubs rhymes reveal the inner insight makin you say love 100 percent or nothin', cease the bluffing, no meat all stuffing got the artform suffering' the mp3s are buffering, the beat glutton's mind far too wide to ride in the rut you're stuck in son embraces change you search for the dread still steady walkin in place like a rat on a treadmill and heads will, till the red swill approach the neck line until then i keep the quill pen ready to get mine
Verse: SayLove Yes Yes Y'all, to the beat y'all. Laying in my bed and I'm having a ball. Don't want to get out. Too cozy, cuddled up, warm. Still sleepy. Selector why you ring the alarm? It's a manic Monday. Got to love the mundane. It's all material for my stand up one day. Recycle everything, yeah dig through trash. Can't wait for my Saturday suds in bubble baths. These kids make me laugh, so cute but obnoxious. I make them fruit, they get in cereal boxes. Soon off to work, with a smile, I check options. Life we only got one, so better that I have fun. Maybe this is art, my true life cartoons. And so much still to pursue, I can't lose. Though, even as I'm dressed in my socks and shoes. I wanna lay down, pout at my clock and hit snooze!!
Verse: Insight cool out chill to my galaxy funk steady mood of the rhythm keeps you calm composed travelers that reached a peak see the horizon expose quality control keep the souls format fresh you can find find me in the nineties on a four track deck shin production stay progressive so we cant half step emotions energetic architects connect appreciate the moment currently and not after components of our structure is a heavenly pasture controlling it’s organics equalized IQ amplified orchestration infiltrated your crew milkyway landscapes smooth embedded in chemistry infecting eventually EX-Ternalized entinty to Internalize intense telepathy ~ memory re-calibrated to remeasure the recipe meditate-stars power the nature of melody
Verse: Sondu Sunset, One vet rising to moonlight midnight marauder gotta spit to the tune right verbally deliver the swoon and watch and watch em cop units verses to appeal to street cats and those who rock tunics whether puffin on blacks, blunts or bidis if you're needy for the raw then see me, and to the greedy modern-day minstrel show cats rappin' for paystubs rhymes reveal the inner insight makin you say love 100 percent or nothin', cease the bluffing, no meat all stuffing got the artform suffering' the mp3s are buffering, the beat glutton's mind far too wide to ride in the rut you're stuck in son embraces change you search for the dread still steady walkin in place like a rat on a treadmill and heads will, till the red swill approach the neck line until then i keep the quill pen ready to get mine
