Ocean Skyline feat. SayLove, Sondu - ShinSight Trio/Saylove/Sondu

Yes yes y'all to the beat y'all

Laying in my bed and I'm having a ball

Don't want to get out too cozy cuddled up warm

Still sleepy selector why you ring the alarm

It's a manic Monday got to love the mundane

It's all material for my stand up one day

Recycle everything yeah dig through trash

Can't wait for my Saturday suds in bubble baths

These kids make me laugh so cute but obnoxious

I make them fruit they get in cereal boxes

Soon off to work with a smile I check options

Life we only got one so better that I have fun

Maybe this is art my true life cartoons

And so much still to pursue I can't lose

Though even as I'm dressed in my socks and shoes

I wanna lay down pout at my clock and hit snooze

Verse insight

Cool out chill to my galaxy funk

Steady mood of the rhythm keeps you calm composed

Travelers that reached a peak see the horizon expose

Quality control keep the souls format fresh you can find

Find me in the nineties on a four track deck shin

Production stay progressive so we can't half step

Emotions energetic architects connect appreciate

The moment currently and not after components of

Our structure is a heavenly pasture controlling

It's organics equalized IQ amplified orchestration

Infiltrated your crew milkyway landscapes smooth

Embedded in chemistry infecting eventually

Ex-ternalized entinty to internalize intense telepathy

Memory re-calibrated to remeasure the recipe

Meditate-stars power the nature of melody

Verse sondu

Sunset one vet rising to moonlight

Midnight marauder gotta spit to the tune right

Verbally deliver the swoon and watch and watch em cop units

Verses to appeal to street cats and those who rock tunics

Whether puffin on blacks blunts or bidis

If you're needy for the raw then see me and to the greedy

Modern-day minstrel show cats rappin' for paystubs

Rhymes reveal the inner insight making you say love

100 percent or nothin' cease the bluffing

No meat all stuffing got the artform suffering'

The mp3 s are buffering the beat glutton's

Mind far too wide to ride in the rut you're stuck in

Son embraces change you search for the dread still

Steady walking in place like a rat on a treadmill

And heads will till the red swill approach the neck line

Until then I keep the quill pen ready to get mine