Mellowatee An' Di Floating Buffet

[Intro – Drift Pon Di Tide] [Suno Prompt: slow fuzz drone, ocean bubbles, soft warm bass hum, distant surf] Tide roll soft… sun burn wide… one round shape drift by di tide… No rush now… no sharp plan… just one sea-cow and a snack inna hand… [Verse 1 – Di Lagoon Philosopher] Mellowatee float through di shallow blue, chew one leaf like it all brand new. Eye half-close inna sunset glaze, mind gone deep in a coconut haze. Him belly broad like a drifting raft, move so slow dat di fish dem laugh. But him no care, him too serene, king of di calm in di seaweed green. One pelican perch pon him back one while, say: “Yuh move too slow fi di whole world style.” Mellowatee blink and answer late: “Every good ting reach… just maybe not straight.” [Pre-Chorus – Di Smell Reach Far] [Suno Prompt: bass-forward build, hazy guitar swell, dubby vocal echoes] Then breeze swing round… bring butter smell… garlic, mango… one dinner spell… [Chorus – Floating Buffet] [Suno Prompt: crushing warm stoner doom chorus, chant backing] Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, drift too close and him lose di way. Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, snack-cloud call him through di bay. No map, no plan, just belly and tide— whole lagoon shift when him drift inside.** [Verse 2 – Di Great Snack Confusion] From one beach bar by di coral pier, come roasted breadfruit smellin’ dear. From one canoe drift sugar cane, from another come fried plantain. Mellowatee sniff till him soul turn gold, follow di scent like a legend old. But every turn bring one new delight, so him circle half di cay all night. He nibble a tablecloth by mistake, chew one flower arrangement cake. Sip one punch that belong to a crab, apologize slow, then take one slab. One old chef bawl: “Not dat tray!” Mellowatee freeze… then float away. But two second later him drift right back— “Mi thought dat was part of di snack…” [Chorus – Floating Buffet] [Suno Prompt: repeat chorus with thicker bass and wider vocal layers] Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, can’t tell feast from décor display. Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, eat one garnish, then bless di day. Too much smell in a golden tide— all sense gone soft when di platters glide.** [Bridge – Dada Lagoon Revelation] [Suno Prompt: psychedelic bridge, phaser guitar, warm dub bass pulse, dreamy lagoon atmosphere] One coconut spin in a silver bowl. Two shrimp debate the nature of soul. Three bananas float in a perfect ring. One seahorse preach to a buttered string. Mellowatee stare at di moonlit foam, seh: “Maybe every plate is home…” Then him boop one lantern with him nose, watch it drift where di night-tide goes. Chef sit down and just start fi grin, “Can’t even vex wid a face like him.” Whole lagoon now laugh an’ sway, nobody sure what got served that day. [Final Chorus – Better Slow Dan Sorry] [Suno Prompt: huge final chorus, monolithic groove, warm chant vocals] Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, drift through hunger in a holy way. Mellowatee an’ di Floating Buffet, snack by snack till di moon turn grey. No big crime, just a belly too wide— and a nose that follow di butter tide. Go easy, bredda, hear dis truth— too much munchies can bend good youth.** [Outro – Full Up Drift] [Suno Prompt: slow fading fuzz outro, ocean surf, low bass hum, warm reverb] Tide move out… stars hang low… Mellowatee full… too full fi go…