Quiet Culture

Clouds meander through the pastures of the sky
Grazing on the last bit of rays from the sunset
The scenery's interrupted by the banner
On the plane saying *Have you gotten what's yours yet?*

Guess it's time to raise dopamine levels
Lazy feet ready to push on the pedal
Hands upon the wheel to steer, burning
Rubber to discover any new frontier

Loudness in the fun... good times
Splashed over everyone... the noise have a scent
Smells of rebellion is what the casting of the
Spells in... where nobody reads the fine print

Everybody wants bright lights . but what they
Might need is a reset closed eyes get
Focus shows up with a mute button... now ain't
That something jump into the world without regrets

That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
BIte... you might need a little
Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
SlIce... move along on the
Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
Cuz that's life...

She said
Mirror mirror in the palm of my hand
Who's the fairest king in the land? she swiped through &
Met a man... who swept her feet of the ground &
Whispered all the right bright candy in her crown

Now she high on sugar from the places he done took her finer
Things in life can leave ya mind inside a pressure cooker color
Of the money hiding red flags from her view (SO MANY
BAGS WHAT TO DO?) pull off the tags they for you

(NOW HE ASKS FOR BEDTIME) should she supply it?
She could use some lovin' infused in her diet
She let her mind go quiet... all the noise took a
Backseat with all the drama it employs

A clear head spoke on her behalf... letting him
Know taking it slow works better for her path. the
King was out of time to lend. so the Queen's
Back to the mirror taking another spin

That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
BIte... you might need a little
Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
SlIce... move along on the
Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
Cuz that's life...

Polite pressures many of us succumb to
Speed bumps in life we all run through
Pilots to our own turbulence is who we be
Intersecting with others on the same spree

Don't worry bout' we. we ain't disappear
The quieter we become the more that we can hear &
When the stream calls for us to jump In to
Swim, you can float along the path you intend

That's lIfe... you gotta taste a lil'
Bad w/ the good as you should when you taking a
BIte... you might need a little
Quiet time placed inside ya culture after having a
SlIce... move along on the
Path if they ask where you going say ya getting it rIght
Cuz that's life...