Goodmorning

I said

Goodmorning

Alright, pause the beat.

Yeah, you. Scrolling.

This is the part where the song explains you better than your friends do.

I’m a stoner, you a stoner, I adore ya

Blaze it, you know ya crave it, don’t ignore ya

I’m a stoner, you a stoner, crowd roar up

Light it, bite it, write it, this song saw ya

Stoner ain’t lazy, it’s laser-focus chill

Hyperaware, counting hi-hats, judging kicks by feel

You hear a bassline, I hear childhood trauma heal

This bar too honest? Cool, that’s part of the deal

Fourth wall cracked, see the prompt in the booth

Producer yelling “one more take,” I’m like “bro, that was truth”

I don’t smoke to forget, I remember in HD

Every bad choice, remastered in 3D

Rolling thoughts tighter than this rhyme scheme

If you felt that line hit, congrats, you’re on the team

If you nodding right now, yeah, that’s the sign

If this feels like a mirror, welcome inside

I’m a stoner, you a stoner, I adore ya

Blaze it, you know ya crave it, don’t ignore ya

I’m a stoner, you a stoner, hands go up, bruh

Light it, bite it, write it, Spliff-Cat warned ya

This verse knows it’s verse two, trying to go harder

Ad-libs judging me like “cat, don’t over-charter”

Audience waiting for the hook to come back

I see you thinking it, fine, relax

Stoner is patience, stoner is art

Staring at the waveform like it’s beating my heart

If you arguing strains like it’s sports on the couch

If you say “one more hit” then immediately bounce

Yeah, that’s canon, that’s lore

This song ain’t done, it’s just self-aware core

Sto-ner

Sto-ner

Say it slow, let it hover

You a Sto-ner

You a Sto-ner

My favorite Lo-ner

Eyes half mast, brain doing parkour off the drywall

I swear the clock just blinked first, now it’s watching how I exhale

Every shadow got opinions, every silence got a backtalk

I’m arguing with echoes like they owe me rent from last fall

Mouth dry desert, cotton lungs, I forget what I just said

Reread texts from five minutes ago like who the hell sent this

Lose my phone while I’m holding it, classic stoner diagnostics

Thinking deep about nothing like it’s sacred and exotic

I hear the bassline crawling, feel it chewing through my spine

Heartbeat syncing with the kick like we rehearsed it overtime

I start philosophizing with a lighter and a pen

Solve the universe then panic cause I can’t explain it when

Paranoia doing cardio, running laps around my calm

Every noise a jump scare trailer for a threat that hasn’t spawned

I’m convinced the weed is judging me for how I rolled the blunt

Like it knows I rushed the process and I’m being punished once

Time stretching like taffy, seconds melting into soup

I’ve been staring at the fridge like it might blink or talk or move

I forget why I stood up, then I sit back down to think

Then I stand again immediately cause sitting felt too deep

Thoughts stacking like a crime board, red strings in my skull

I connect dots that don’t exist then swear it’s beautiful

I’m diabolically elevated, levitating in my sin

Laughing way too hard alone like yeah this is how it ends

I’m too high to be nervous but too sharp to feel safe

I can hear my own thoughts echo slightly out of phase

Reality buffering, please wait, spinning wheel in my head

If sobriety’s a prison then I’m king of what I fled

Sto-ner

Sto-ner

Say it slow, let it hover

You a Sto-ner

You a Sto-ner

My favorite Lo-ner

If this song just described you…

Don’t panic.

That’s not exposure.

That’s community.

That’s family.

Peace. Love and Nugs.