Meditative
conversational rap / chill hip-hop mid-tempo, 90–100 BPM playful, self-aware, relaxed, creative talk-rap with rhythmic pauses, natural phrasing, confident but laid-back Vocals: clear, close-mic, slight dryness, subtle attitude Flow: loose pocket flow, occasional stop-start cadence, audience-aware delivery Beat: bouncy minimal drums, warm bass, light melodic keys or synth plucks Mood: fun, introspective without being sad, creative hangout energy Structure: verses feel improvised, chorus catchy but understated Ad-libs: light “uhh”, “yeah”, “wait”, spoken asides between bars Mix: clean, intimate, lo-fi polish but modern Tone: slightly sarcastic, humorous delivery, smile in the voice Production: soft vinyl texture, warm saturation, relaxed swing
Meditative
conversational rap / chill hip-hop mid-tempo, 90–100 BPM playful, self-aware, relaxed, creative talk-rap with rhythmic pauses, natural phrasing, confident but laid-back Vocals: clear, close-mic, slight dryness, subtle attitude Flow: loose pocket flow, occasional stop-start cadence, audience-aware delivery Beat: bouncy minimal drums, warm bass, light melodic keys or synth plucks Mood: fun, introspective without being sad, creative hangout energy Structure: verses feel improvised, chorus catchy but understated Ad-libs: light “uhh”, “yeah”, “wait”, spoken asides between bars Mix: clean, intimate, lo-fi polish but modern Tone: slightly sarcastic, humorous delivery, smile in the voice Production: soft vinyl texture, warm saturation, relaxed swing
Lyrics
Woke up, had to ask myself where am I?
Eyes red, knees weak, man, am i alive?
Roll over, check the clock shows 3:01
Wait, is that P.M.? My body’s numb
Get the pants and the socks, let’s go eat
Mom left a note on the counter
“do your laundry” awh, that’s sweet
eatin' waffles, out of Captain Crunch
hours past breakfast, we calling this lunch?
I guess I smoked too much, stayed up late last night
Making songs type, delete, ah gotta rewrite
I know this ain’t healthy, but I’m having fun
The gears are turning and we just begun
What day of the week is it
Who cares? take another hit
Pack a bowl, get creative
I’m in my flow, ya meditative
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday it don’t matter
We gotta cook some tunes, serve it on a platter
ya, The inner workings of my mind are an enigma
Shout out Patrick… what? It’s a good show uhh?
Do I take a break, sit down, and be productive?
Maybe change my style? Try more seductive?
Woah no, Kix, what in the world are you thinking?
I’m not! Can’t you see these eyes ain’t even blinking
Guess we gotta find our own voice
The sad boy stuff was me, not a choice
Can you see me writing classical?
Kix, how that gunna help you? That’s not practical
Ah shit
What day of the week is it
Who cares? take another hit
Pack a bowl, get creative
I’m in my flow, ya meditative
I should do more like this, we just talking
My mind feels free, ya, nothing blocking
Keep this playing, ya it’s my therapy
That and the weed mental clarity
Well it’s 5 P.M. now, what do I do?
Keep on writing, man try something new
But I’m still hungry, here come the munchies
fresh bag of chips and guac, get in my tummy
I should close this up, enter society
Put a mask on and act like I got no anxiety
Song coming to an end, layered like bricks
Let’s do it again sometime — love, Kix
What day of the week is it
Who cares? take another hit
Pack a bowl, get creative
I’m in my flow, ya meditative