[Verse 1] Pluck strings like a back-porch prayer, 808 heartbeat hums the air. No gold chain, no city grime, Just real talk sittin’ on island time. [Hook] Good vibes don’t lie, they groove slow, Catch that truth where the trade winds blow. Don’t chase fame, don’t force fly, Real ones know—good vibes don’t lie. [Verse 2] Old-school kicks with a flip-flop tap, Boom-bap sand under every rap. Rhymes breathe calm, beats ride free, Hip-hop soul meets the deep blue sea.
