[quiet room hum — soft buzz from a cheap mic]
[a lighter flicks, a deep breath, small cough, faint smile]
[guitar strum — rough but warm, a little off-tune, thumb keeps time on the wood]
[Verse 1]
[soft laugh]
Ashtray full, floor a mess,
But fuck it, I’m calm — I’m doin’ my best.
Ain’t tryna be deep, just feelin’ alive,
The kinda peace you don’t gotta strive.
(yeah...)
Took a drag, leaned back, exhaled slow,
Watched it rise where the ceiling glows.
Whole damn world still spinnin’ fast,
But this room right here, it’s built to last.
[A cappella solo]
[guitar buzzes on low E string; he chuckles mid-line, keeps going]
[Verse 2]
I ain’t rich, I ain’t clean,
Got ash on my jeans and resin on my screen.
But my head’s clear in this clouded place,
The smoke got a way of fixin’ space.
(yeah, you know...)
Used to stress what they thought of me,
Now I just breathe and let shit be.
The sun’s down low, my mind’s up high,
Fuck the weight, let it slide by.
[guitar slides rough, body thump for rhythm; faint crack in voice]
[Chorus]
I’m floatin’ slow... [gravelly, low tone]
Don’t need no show.
Feelin’ alright, lettin’ the bullshit go.
Got no plans, no damn phone,
Just smoke and strings, and my soul alone.
(yeah...)
The walls hum back when I start to play,
Sayin’ “boy, you’ll be fine today.”
And I laugh like hell ‘cause maybe they’re right,
Feelin’ too good to fight tonight.
[guitar hums through a small buzz, pick slips, he keeps strumming, smiles through it]
[Verse 3]
[rough chuckle]
Bills stacked high, but I don’t care,
That shit’ll wait — I’m breathin’ air.
I’ve had nights I damn near broke,
Now I got peace in every toke.
(yeah...)
I ain’t preachin’, I ain’t clean,
Just found truth in the in-between.
The smoke don’t judge, the light don’t lie,
We all hurt, we all get by.
[guitar string rattles, he grins, mumbles “shit—leave it in”]
---
[Bridge]
[long sigh]
Don’t need God to tell me I’m free,
The universe hums the same key.
Every crack in my voice got a story to bleed,
Every “fuck it” is all I need.
[soft rasp]
Yeah, I’ve lost some friends,
But I gained my peace.
Guess that’s what it means to release.
[guitar fades down to fingerpicked rhythm, heart-thump pacing]
[Final Chorus]
I’m floatin’ slow... [leans into mic, raspy grin]
Let it roll, let it roll.
Feelin’ too high to feel too low.
Every scar, every stupid fight,
Burns like a match in the soft daylight.
Yeah, I’m fine — no lie, no show,
Just me and this smoke that knows.
[quiet laugh]
And if the world falls down, let it go,
‘Cause right now... I’m floatin’ slow.
[final strum rings out; guitar buzzes, he exhales through a smile]
[chair creaks, faint cough, mutters: “yeah… that’s the one.”]
[Guitar Solo]
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