MUSIC FOR SALE

[Intro – talking, lighter flick]

Yeah…
Hold up—
Let me spark this right.
Nah, for real…
This one of them nights.

[Hook – mellow, hypnotic]

Blowin’ slow on the southside, smoke hang thick,
Windows down, bass low, let the city drift.
Taste sweet on my tongue, got my thoughts untied,
If the blunt burn right, everything gon’ be alright.

Blowin’ slow on the southside, eyes half-mast,
Past in the rearview, I ain’t livin’ too fast.
Texas air in my lungs, yeah, I needed this,
Some nights you don’t heal—you just breathe through it.

[Verse 1 – conversational, reflective]

I don’t smoke to disappear, I smoke to sit still,
Mind always racin’, need somethin’ that chill.
Ash on my shirt, ain’t even trippin’,
Life been loud lately, this my intermission.

Flavor hit sweet, remind me of better days,
Before bills had names, before stress had weight.
Phone buzz twice, I let it ring,
Some peace only last if you don’t explain things.

I been carryin’ more than I let folks see,
Everybody think strength mean no cracks in me.
But this smoke slow me down, let me talk to myself,
Sometimes that convo save more than help.

[Hook – repeat, fuller]

Blowin’ slow on the southside, smoke hang thick,
Windows down, bass low, let the city drift.
Taste sweet on my tongue, got my thoughts untied,
If the blunt burn right, everything gon’ be alright.

Blowin’ slow on the southside, eyes half-mast,
Past in the rearview, I ain’t livin’ too fast.
Texas air in my lungs, yeah, I needed this,
Some nights you don’t heal—you just breathe through it.

[Verse 2 – deeper, more personal]

I done lost some people I don’t talk about,
Just light one up and let the smoke work it out.
Grief don’t knock, it just sit with you,
Like “I ain’t leavin’, just lettin’ you know I’m still here too.”

Pineapple notes in the breeze feel warm,
Like summer nights when the hurt ain’t born.
Fruity taste take me somewhere light,
Where tomorrow ain’t heavy and the past ain’t loud.

I ain’t glorify nothin’, I’m just bein’ me,
Tryna stay sane in a world that speed.
If I close my eyes, I can hear my breath,
That’s how I know I ain’t lost yet.

[Bridge – beat drop, soft echo]

Slow inhale…
Long exhale…
Yeah.
That’s it.

[Final Hook – calm, confident]

Blowin’ slow on the southside, smoke in the frame,
City move quiet when you know your lane.
I ain’t rushin’ the night, I ain’t chasin’ the past,
Just lettin’ this moment stretch while it last.

Blowin’ slow on the southside, Texas-made peace,
Some problems don’t vanish, they just loosen they grip.
If tomorrow come heavy, I’ll deal with it then,
Tonight I’m just breathin’—and that’s a win.