[Hook] Fog drips slow, mind starts to tilt, Colors in the bog slide thick like silt. Croak‑bass thumpin’, whole swamp off‑kilter, Wizard in the muck, throwin’ spells through the filter. [slow‑pulse bass] [wet‑slap snare] [phased‑pad swirl] [Verse 1] Mud pops loud like the ground got speakers, Frogs on the log actin’ like beat‑keepers. Vines twitch neon when the low end shakes, Wizard half‑baked, lost in the waves he makes. [sticky‑mud percussion] [croak‑tone bass] He smacks a fat shroom, it booms like a kick, Smoke crawls out, movin’ lazy and thick. Whole swamp bends when the rhythm gets slick, Colors drip heavy, meltin’ down brick by brick. [reverb‑soaked plucks] [fog‑delay trails] Wizard’s eyes glaze, pupils wide as the moon, Breath smells loud like he sparked too soon. Bog starts hummin’ its own little tune, Everything sways like it’s slightly immune. [low‑fog hum] [mud‑pulse accents] [Pre‑Chorus] Water hits sharp like a slap in the dark, Fog eats light, leaves nothin’ but spark. Ripples turn wild, paintin’ shapes in the park, Every creature floatin’ like they’re high off the bark. [underwater‑filter vox] [glow‑pad shimmer] [Verse 2] Gators blink slow with that sub‑bass glare, Lilypads jump like they don’t care. Wizard’s staff crackles when the hats misfire, Moss drips neon, glowin’ higher and higher. [sludge‑bass growl] [stutter‑hat pattern] Shrooms hum tunes that bend in the air, Trees sway wide like they’re sayin’ a prayer. Swamp turns throne, wizard posted there, Crowned in roots, fog tangled in his hair. [psycho‑pad bends] [mud‑thump accents] Wizard mutters spells with a half‑lit grin, Fog wraps tight like it wants to pull him in. Colors smear sideways, makin’ new skin, Whole bog breathin’ like it’s made of sin. [haze‑drone swell] [croak‑bass pulse] [Bridge] Croak‑bass climbin’, fog‑lights twitch, Pond waves jumpin’, reality glitch. Trap spells fly, colors flip the switch, Swamp goes cosmic, whole world rich. [warp‑lead spiral] [deep‑echo pulse] [mist‑swell FX] [Stoner Fog Chant] Wizard hums deep, smoke crawls slow, Fog curls tight like it knows where to go. Bog spirits drift in a lazy row, Cattails whisperin’ secrets real low. [weed‑chant vox] [slow‑swamp drone] Lilypads glow like halos on cue, Shrooms pulse colors in a trippy hue. Wizard takes a drag, mind slides through, Reality bends like it’s made of glue. [sticky‑pad wobble] [mud‑bubble percussion] Fog thickens up, tastes sweet on the tongue, Wizard feels weightless, brain undone. Swamp starts chantin’ in a voice so young, Whole place hummin’ like a bass‑struck lung. [haze‑tone hum] [deep‑mud throb] [Psychedelic Weed‑Soaked Breakdown] Ripples stretch long like elastic skin, Patterns twist wild, pullin’ everything in. Wizard floats forward with a half‑baked grin, Swamp flips scripts like it’s born to spin. [phase‑wash pads] [stoner‑pulse throb] Frogs stack harmonies, croakin’ in sync, Gators sway slow on the bog’s soft brink. Colors drip molten, meltin’ in the drink, Haze climbs high, makes the whole place blink. [glow‑pad shimmer] [deep‑swamp drone] Wizard’s shadow bends like it’s tryin’ to talk, Fog wraps around him like a weighted walk. Ground feels soft like a moss‑grown sock, Time slows down till it barely ticks tock. [slow‑drip pads] [mud‑pulse rumble] Wizard’s pulse thuds with the mud’s deep beat, Thoughts drip thick, heavy, sweet. Fog rolls in like a blanket of heat, Bass hits soft but still knocks you off your feet. [slow‑roll bass] [stoner‑delay ripples] [Verse 3] Trees breathe loud like they’re wakin’ up, Shrooms laugh bright, overflow the cup. Wizard drifts out, whole world cuts up, Swamp feels ancient, high as fuck. [psycho‑pad bends] [mist‑trail FX] Wizard sinks low like he’s part of the ground, Fog swirls tight in a spiralin’ round. Bog hums deep with a low‑end sound, Everything melts but he won’t be found. [haze‑drone rumble] [croak‑tone echo] Final Hook Fog drips slow, mind starts to tilt, Colors in the bog slide thick like silt. Croak‑bass thumpin’, whole swamp off‑kilter, Wizard in the muck, throwin’ spells through the filter. [slow‑pulse bass] [wet‑slap snare] [phased‑pad swirl] Outro Mist crawls low as the colors fade thin, Wizard leans back, lettin’ night settle in. Bog lights flicker like they’re tired of the spin, Creatures drift quiet, done with the din. [low‑glow pad] [soft‑mud taps] Fog thins out but the hum stays strong, Ripples tap soft like a half‑forgotten song. Wizard’s last spell drifts all night long, Stars drip neon, glowin’ lifelong. [slow‑pulse drone] [echo‑trail shimmer] Swamp sighs deep, breathin’ out slow, Shrooms dim down, endin’ their show. Wizard walks off where the fog won’t go, Leavin’ the bog with a psychedelic glow. [fade‑wash ambience] [distant‑croak reverb]
