Just Vibing

As Always-Thanks for Listening! ©HypnoticTonic/2025 Sometimes you find another creator you vibe with, Don’t read too much into that shit, A lyrical masterpiece, Sure! But it don’t mean we’re freaks in the sheets. Calm down, Just breathe, Inhale, Ok Say it with me Alright, now that we’ve re-surfaced, Let me settle this quick Put some minds at ease. Just cause we write the verses, And maybe sometimes, yeah, They get a little, oh I dunno, perverted Don’t mean we living The lyrics we speak, Yeah, Yeah I know Yeah, dog I get it But we leaving it here. No alternative mission, Just two creators dropping bombs! Same division. Ain’t no hidden meaning in the lines we’re spitting, Just catchin’ a vibe, no strings attached when we’re dropping submissions We ain’t out here trippin’, no need for confusion, It’s all about the sound, no need for illusion. Please stop with your fucked up delusions. Yeah, the flow's fire, the chemistry's tight, But the only spark here, is in the rhythm.... We ain’t living these bars, or speaking our truth, Not about lust, just the art in the booth. So don’t read too deep, just get lost in the vibe, We just here creating, ain’t no feelings to hide. Back with the grit, smooth flow, no hesitation, Risky tracks spark talk, but it’s pure speculation. We ain’t out here livin’ every word we spit, Just vibin’ on the beat, fuckin’ owning this shit. They whisper, they wonder, Nothin’ but the hustle, sick bars, every time. A spark in the booth, yeah, the rhythm’s so divine, But don’t get it fucked up—this ain’t a hidden game. We’re architects of sound, no feelings to trace, We Just droppin’ these bars all over your face. Sometimes you hit a vibe, like a brick to the skull, A cord so tight, it’s a gravitational pull. But don’t get it twisted, ain’t no love in the mix, Just two creators slingin’, to see what the fuck sticks. Shit calm down, it’s just lyrical bliss. They hear the heat, assume maybe we’re wild, But it’s just the craft, breathe. it’s just style, you see? No deeper truth, no lust in the cut, Just creators creatin’, kickin’ all the spectators right in the guts. They hear the heat, start making assumptions, Trying to find meaning, we causin’ disruptions. But we’re just creators, no drama, no stuntin’ Why you tryin’ turn nothin’, to something? Spitting real bars, ain’t no time your frontin’. It’s the craft, the grind, the bars we design, Not the rumors, the chaos, or shit you define. Heat’s in the flow, not the tales you assume, Two creators on fire, the whole game gets consumed. So kill the delusions, let the rhythm ignite, We’re vibin’ forever—end of story, goodnight.