[Verse 1] italianhippie, forty-three and still anime on the screen, cat hair on the sill tiny flat nights, the air thick and sweet you and Sunny talking science over takeout heat You’d laugh at the universe, then laugh at the chair two grown men building constellations in the air quantum on the table, smoke drifting slow he made your whole world feel less alone [Pre-Chorus] And he called you family, easy as that pulled out a seat, said, “You’re right where you’re at” from the garage to the gang, he made room for your name now every little memory still lands the same [Chorus] italianhippie, hold that line Sunny’s still shining in your mind bun and chill, that late-night sound love like his don’t really go down italianhippie, keep him near in every laugh, in every tear if the afterlife is real, then one day soon you’ll smoke that peace under the same old moon [Verse 2] three a.m. calls, “you wanna bun and chill?” you’d grab your shoes like you was chasing a thrill behind the 7/11, under that tired sky two bad philosophers with a couple jokes to buy Late at the garage, chess pieces clicking hard he’d play like a king with a mechanic’s heart Mehul starts laughing, then we both go still ’cause Sunny would’ve loved that joke for real [Pre-Chorus] He showed you his people, said, “Stay for the ride” made sure you belonged there, right by his side and now every story that you tell out loud has his grin inside it, somewhere in the crowd [Chorus] italianhippie, hold that line Sunny’s still shining in your mind bun and chill, that late-night sound love like his don’t really go down italianhippie, keep him near in every laugh, in every tear if the afterlife is real, then one day soon you’ll smoke that peace under the same old moon [Bridge] Hope he’s at peace now Hope he don’t suffer anymore No pain, no drag, no weight on his door just open roads and a better kind of air with all the good ones waiting there And if there’s some heaven for the ones who stay true I know Sunny saved you a front-row view family isn’t blood when the nights get long it’s who says your name and pulls you along [Chorus] italianhippie, hold that line Sunny’s still shining in your mind bun and chill, that late-night sound love like his don’t really go down italianhippie, keep him near in every laugh, in every tear if the afterlife is real, then one day soon you’ll smoke that peace under the same old moon [Outro] He won’t be forgotten not in that flat, not in that gang not in the cats, not in the jokes, not in the chessboard clack italianhippie, when you miss him hard say his name and let it bring him back (bring him back)
