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"Weeded" blooms in the space between genres. This experimental hip-hop track plants soulful melodies in the soil of cloud rap, growing into something entirely new. With heavy bass, abstract funk, and electronic textures, it's a psychedelic journey through sound that defies easy categorization.

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β€’ Perfect for: Late-night sessions, creative work, genre-explorers
β€’ For fans of: Thundercat's funk, Steve Lacy's grooves, Tyler The Creator's experimentation, Flying Lotus's textures

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Transcript
00:00Hey, I did it up, light it up, I be floating when I'm talking, put the fire in a blunt
00:05Got me higher than the heavens, I ain't never coming down
00:06Feeling like a legend when I let the smokes around
00:08Back up in the cup with a sack of my best shit
00:10I twist it and bless it, the session's electric
00:11I hit it, inhale it, exhale it, forget it
00:13My mind in a vortex, my thoughts interject it
00:15I'm flexing my mental, the weed is essential
00:16My tempo is temporary, transcendental
00:18I'm touching the sky when I puff on a pound
00:19Every second my essence is truly celestial
00:21Tell me what you really know about the chronic
00:22Living in my conic, I got it bionic
00:24I'm blowing like a comet, my soul is atomic
00:25I'm locked in a zone, so supersonic
00:27Exotic, I got it, it's louder than logic
00:29I'm twisting the flavors, my joint is hypnotic
00:32A chemist with cannabis, mixing the potent
00:35My potency potent, my motion robotic
00:38I be chiefing on that strong
00:40Lungs be heavy, but I'm gone
00:43Every hit I hear a song
00:46Every puff I right my wrongs
00:50Speeding up the tempo, I be rolling like a king
00:54OG in my system, got me floating off the scene
00:57Twisting up that sneaky like I'm sculpting Michelangelo
01:00Pass it to my homie, then we wilding out like animals
01:03Roll it up, light it up, puff it and pass
01:06Hit it once, hit it twice, feeling it fast
01:07THC levels B, touch a max
01:09Ice so low, got me stuck in the past
01:10Break it down, break it down, roll it up, take a hit
01:12Now I'm out of space
01:13Ain't no gravity pulling me down
01:15I'm a butt of clouds, I ain't got a trace
01:16Intergalactic with patterns of wrapping
01:18My mind is a map and I travel through space
01:19Every puff like a nebula burning
01:21I'm turning my brain, got a whole database
01:22I remember back when I was broke
01:23Had to scrape for a sack, had to hope for a toke
01:25Now the flavor's exotic, the jar full of chronic
01:27My pockets be filled, got a bag and I smoke
01:28I be moving like spirits inside of the mist
01:30Got a blunt in my fist and a crown on my dome
01:32Every hit is a trip, every trip is a gift
01:33Take a lift to the sky, I ain't never alone
01:35I be chiefing on that strong
01:38Lungs be heavy, but I'm gone
01:41Every hit I hear a song
01:44Every puff I right my wrongs
01:48Speeding up the tempo
01:50I be rolling like a king
01:52OG and my system got me floating off the scene
01:55Twisting up that sticky like I'm sculpting Michelangelo
01:58Pass it to my homie, then we wilding out like animals
02:01I be riding through the city with a hundred pre-rolls
02:05One tope for average folk and that's all she wrote
02:08Eyes too low, but the vision stayed clear
02:11We ain't coming down there, we live up here
02:14We'll be right back
02:41I'm achieving all that strong
02:54Lost me heavy, but I'm gone
02:57Yeah, every hit I hear a song
03:00What?
03:01Every part I want
03:03Let's go
03:04Beating up the tempo, I be rolling like a king
03:08OG in my system, got me floating off the scene
03:11Twisting up the sticky leaves, go to my college
03:14Listen to my home, don't you wanna know
03:17Animals, push
03:18I be riding through the city with a hundred pre-rolls
03:33One tope for average folk and that's all she wrote
03:36Eyes too low, but the vision stay clear
03:39We ain't coming down there, we live up here
03:42I'm coming down there, we live up here
03:42We're up here
03:43We're up here
03:44We're up here
03:45We're up here
03:45We're up here
03:45We're up here
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