[Intro] [Hazy muffled vinyl crackle] [Spoken Word: Nasal vocal chant, pitched down] "Yeah... foggy vision in the room... block the noise out... listen." [Verse 1] [Nasal flow, lazy triplets] Stuck in a matrix, my cadence is hazy, the basement is baking, no pacing, I'm lazy Brain on a cloud while the phonk loop is looping, the room is rotating, my focus is drooping Dusty old MPC slapping the snare, purple-hued vapor is filling the air Study the grind but my eyelids are lead, constant vibration inside of my head Nasal tone spitting these slow-motion bars, trapping my thoughts underneath of the stars Heavy bass hits and it shakes up the floor, world is outside but I locked up the door [Chorus] [Screwed nasal vocal chop] Headphones tight, heavy smoke in my throat Floating away on a lo-fi note Three AM grinding, my vision is blurred Sipping the sound, suppressing the word Mind on eclipse, let the rhythm just bang Drowning the stress in a 90s slang [Verse 2] [Fast nasal double-time, then slowing down] Sinking deep into the couch with a pen, counting the hours from one until ten Muffled frequencies blocking the stress, cosmic geometry lines on my desk Rhymes are intoxicating like a drug, deep in the zone like a bug in a rug Nasal flow dripping like molasses on wax, cutting the tension, relaxed with the facts Atmosphere heavy, the vinyl is scratched, terminal focus is finally attached [Outro] [Muffled vocal loop fading out] "Just fade... into the fog... three AM... gone..." [Heavy bass drone till end]
