Sleepers

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[Intro — lazy lo-fi beat, snoring sounds, soft guitar riff]
18 hours in a dream state,
woke up with ribs on the plate.
Mashed potatoes, heat it up,
ate it down,
crashed again — what’s up?
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[Verse 1]
I slept through the moon,
I slept through the sun,
alarm hit noon,
I said “nah, I’m done.”
Roll outta bed like a zombie king,
open the fridge,
see that BBQ ring.
Plate in the microwave,
three-minute spin,
pull it out hot,
let the feast begin.
One bite, two bite,
eyes get low,
back on the couch,
let the dreamtime flow.
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[Chorus — dreamy, vibey, anthem feel]
18 hours, still not done,
dreams keep runnin’
like the midnight sun.
Ribs in my belly,
clouds in my head,
mashed potato coma,
back to bed.
Sleep, eat, drift away,
lose the hours,
melt the day.
Ain’t no shame,
I’m just sayin’ —
18 hours, I’ll do it again.
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[Verse 2]
Phone’s on silent,
world can wait,
I’m on a journey
through that inner space.
Sheets like a cocoon,
mind on slow,
body in orbit,
out the window.
Text on read,
calls on mute,
this is my anthem,
my recluse truth.
Wake just to taste
that smoky plate,
then fade to black
like a closing gate.
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[Chorus — same, but bigger / layered]
18 hours, still not done,
dreams keep runnin’
like the midnight sun.
Ribs in my belly,
clouds in my head,
mashed potato coma,
back to bed.
Sleep, eat, drift away,
lose the hours,
melt the day.
Ain’t no shame,
I’m just sayin’ —
18 hours, I’ll do it again.
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[Bridge — lo-fi break, sleepy vocals]
Call me lazy,
call me gone,
but the dream world’s where
I belong.
Plate of ribs,
bed of clouds,
float away
without a sound.
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[Final Chorus / Outro — slow fade, dreamy outro]
18 hours, still not done,
dreams keep runnin’
like the midnight sun.
Ribs in my belly,
clouds in my head,
mashed potato coma,
back to bed.
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Rustic Bluegrass with Banjo, Fiddle, and Foot-Tapping Rhythm