DELIVERY HOURS
Lo-fi jazz trap fusion, 86 BPM, dusty boom bap kick, subtle 808 sub, jazzy piano stabs, vinyl crackle, dark bass glide, minimal hi-hats, intimate mix, underground vibe, 3 minutes 50 seconds.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Phone light blink at 2:13
Client want two and some nicotine
I don’t move sloppy, keep it clean
No reckless hype in the in-between
I seen boys sell their lungs for rocks
Seen fiends scratch at bus stop clocks
That ain’t my lane, I avoid that box
Stick to flower and analog knocks
Hook
Delivery hours, city hush
Backpack weight but steps don’t rush
Roll One & Chill don’t glamorize rush
We move calm, no powder crush
Verse 2
Girl in Brooklyn say she need relief
Work got her drowning in grief
I pull up smooth, no beef
Hand exchange quick, brief
Yeah I smoke too, let’s be clear
Not promoting self destruction here
Just natural herb in atmosphere
And blues loops in the ear
Verse 3
Cash stack thin but honest earned
No cartel ties, no bridges burned
I learned quick what not to learn
When white dust made the table turn
Gelato Glow Sessions play in the ride
Low volume while we glide
We ain’t kings but we got pride
In slow expansion worldwide
Outro
Delivery done, tank half full
Mind steady, not gull
Street life subtle, not colorful
Just measured steps and purposeful