Playing Cards to PM dawn

Alternative hip-hop, psychedelic pop, 90s R&B

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*(Intro – Lush, dreamy 90s R&B chord progression, smooth acoustic guitar strumming, soaring atmospheric synthesizer pads, vinyl warmth)*

Staring across this green felt sea for too many hours
Deal me in already so i can build my chip tower

**(Verse 1)**
Sunlight filterin' through the smoke-filled parlor blinds
Chasing mental rainbows, readin' through the plastic signs
Four kings sittin' pretty like a crown upon a cloud
I'm floatin' high above the chatter of the restless crowd
Green felt ocean where the paper money gently sails
Navigatin' fortunes through the whisper of the dealer's tales
A pair of queens protectin' every dream I got inside
Nowhere left to run, and ain't no reason left to hide
Bluffing like a poet writin' verses in the dark
Throwing chips like stardust leaving an eternal mark.

**(Hook)**
*(Soaring, layered, ultra-melodic 90s R&B harmony)*
~ *Listening to Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~
Playing cards like chords, hitting every note that we miss.
Roll the dice, flip the card, watch the universe expand,
Holding all the magic of the cosmos in my hand.
~ *playing cards to pm dawns Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~
Just a poker face shining in the middle of the mist.
(Justa poker face, justa poker face, Justa poker face)
**(Verse 2)**
All-in rhythm, hear the tempo of the plastic stacks
Heartbeat syncopation, ain't looking at the facts
Aces high, a steady sky, the ceiling starts to glow
Everything is moving in a smooth and lazy slow-mo
The dealer wears a smile like a Buddha in the breeze
Whispering secrets that put the table at ease
Check-raise reality, I'm betting on the cosmic flush
Silence in the room creating such a holy hush
Weaving through the bluffs like a phantom in the night
Every single chip is a little piece of liquid light.

**(Verse 3)**
The deck is getting thinner, but the vision's getting wide
Riding on the wavelength where the fortune tellers hide
Lay the cards upon the table, let the universe decide
We're all just dreamers taking poker chips for a ride.

[Dream-pop haze abruptly ducked beneath a dry kick, snapping snare and low rolling bass]

[Urgent male rap interruption, hard nasal edge, slight British inflection, rapid run-on phrasing, tightly packed internal rhymes, emotional pressure over technical precision]

Pocket jacks in my palm and I’m calm while the table gets loud, four bodies buying in, everybody hiding behind whatever face they allowed, raise small, three calls, dealer burns, then the flop puts a ten, jack, queen in the crowd, I’m sitting on a set but a king or a nine turns a good night into a burial shroud, so I check with the rest, let the silence collect, turn’s a two, nothing moves but the nerve in his neck, then he bets, I call, let him think I’m attached to a draw, river jack, now I’m holding four graves and he never saw, he shoves on a straight with that victory grin, I call, turn ’em over, let the dead hand begin, sweep the green while he stares at the felt, ’cause the worst kind of loss is believing the lie that you dealt.

**(Outro)**
*(Beat strips away to just the acoustic guitar strumming and a soft, fading synthesizer pad)*

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*(Intro – Lush, dreamy 90s R&B chord progression, smooth acoustic guitar strumming, soaring atmospheric synthesizer pads, vinyl warmth)* Staring across this green felt sea for too many hours Deal me in already so i can build my chip tower **(Verse 1)** Sunlight filterin' through the smoke-filled parlor blinds Chasing mental rainbows, readin' through the plastic signs Four kings sittin' pretty like a crown upon a cloud I'm floatin' high above the chatter of the restless crowd Green felt ocean where the paper money gently sails Navigatin' fortunes through the whisper of the dealer's tales A pair of queens protectin' every dream I got inside Nowhere left to run, and ain't no reason left to hide Bluffing like a poet writin' verses in the dark Throwing chips like stardust leaving an eternal mark. **(Hook)** *(Soaring, layered, ultra-melodic 90s R&B harmony)* ~ *Listening to Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Playing cards like chords, hitting every note that we miss. Roll the dice, flip the card, watch the universe expand, Holding all the magic of the cosmos in my hand. ~ *playing cards to pm dawns Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Just a poker face shining in the middle of the mist. (Justa poker face, justa poker face, Justa poker face) **(Verse 2)** All-in rhythm, hear the tempo of the plastic stacks Heartbeat syncopation, ain't looking at the facts Aces high, a steady sky, the ceiling starts to glow Everything is moving in a smooth and lazy slow-mo The dealer wears a smile like a Buddha in the breeze Whispering secrets that put the table at ease Check-raise reality, I'm betting on the cosmic flush Silence in the room creating such a holy hush Weaving through the bluffs like a phantom in the night Every single chip is a little piece of liquid light. **(Hook)** *(Soaring, layered, ultra-melodic 90s R&B harmony)* ~ *Listening to Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Playing cards like chords, hitting every note that we miss. Roll the dice, flip the card, watch the universe expand, Holding all the magic of the cosmos in my hand. ~ *Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Just a poker face shining in the middle of the mist. (Justa poker face, justa poker face, Justa poker face) **(Verse 3)** The deck is getting thinner, but the vision's getting wide Riding on the wavelength where the fortune tellers hide Lay the cards upon the table, let the universe decide We're all just dreamers taking poker chips for a ride. [Dream-pop haze abruptly ducked beneath a dry kick, snapping snare and low rolling bass] [Urgent male rap interruption, hard nasal edge, slight British inflection, rapid run-on phrasing, tightly packed internal rhymes, emotional pressure over technical precision] Pocket jacks in my palm and I’m calm while the table gets loud, four bodies buying in, everybody hiding behind whatever face they allowed, raise small, three calls, dealer burns, then the flop puts a ten, jack, queen in the crowd, I’m sitting on a set but a king or a nine turns a good night into a burial shroud, so I check with the rest, let the silence collect, turn’s a two, nothing moves but the nerve in his neck, then he bets, I call, let him think I’m attached to a draw, river jack, now I’m holding four graves and he never saw, he shoves on a straight with that victory grin, I call, turn ’em over, let the dead hand begin, sweep the green while he stares at the felt, ’cause the worst kind of loss is believing the lie that you dealt. **(Outro)** *(Beat strips away to just the acoustic guitar strumming and a soft, fading synthesizer pad)* **(Hook)** *(Soaring, layered, ultra-melodic 90s R&B harmony)* ~ *Listening to Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Playing cards like chords, hitting every note that we miss. Roll the dice, flip the card, watch the universe expand, Holding all the magic of the cosmos in my hand. ~ *Set adrift on memory bliss...* ~ Just a poker face shining in the middle of the mist. (Justa poker face, justa poker face, Justa poker face)

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