Atmosphere Moods

[Intro]
Yeah let me get down on that
Baby girl
Baby girl
Me
Me, me
Yeah
How y'all brothers doing?
What y'all niggas talking about?

[Verse]
The sunset was yellow, pink, orange, purple, magenta
The thin cloud subtlety painted a perfect picture
What's in the agenda
For the wise rap, my Chinese Zodiac animal 1984 Master Splinter
To shine properly, it's not just me basking in it
But spreading warmth to people and the path that they headed towards
My niggas jealous for it
They feel the force, yo kill that noise
Get off your ass, develop yours, save that racket for the tennis court
You just a squirrel in my metaworld, peace
I spit my now flavorless gum from the roof to the concrete beneath
Fall into a thought that's deep
The color hue alters on what I saw across the cosmic sea
Caught me off guard like crossovers from hot sauce
Or Darth Maul's double sided beam
Beauty in that moment from the bland chewing gum
Somehow connected to the decreasing brightness of the sun
You see it had it's chance to shine and that shit had some flavor once
Cause when the sun goes down
It's night, it must be darkest before light
Get it right keep it tight