Slipper Boots and Tracksuits
STORM WHITE
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Slipper boots and tracksuits I ain't movin' fast
Sunday spread like butter let the future come last
No pings no plans no guilt no grind
Just peace in my chest and a still-state mind
Fish tank glows like a neon dream
Little fins flick like a calm routine
Might get the whip cleaned Turkish boys divine
Wheels gleam like I'm rich but the wealth's in time
This one's for the silence for the still
For the love that don't ask but just chill
For the woman who lets me be me
No pressure no task just breathin' free
This is Sabbath for the soul
Recharge before I roll
Slipper boots and tracksuits on
That's how the bald king rolls
Storm don't rage every day I gotta float
Pull the plugs out my brain let the buzz down the throat
She don't poke don't prod don't press for a plan
Just kisses my dome and says "Be who you am"
In The Micro stillness lives on tap
One room palace in the Baltic map
Tiny flat big peace it's a temple to me
Where the noise outside don't get no key
This one's for the silence for the still
For the love that don't ask but just chill
For the woman who lets me be me
No pressure no task just breathin' free
This is Sabbath for the soul
Recharge before I roll
Slipper boots and tracksuits on
That's how the bald king rolls
They call it The Micro
One room no garden no space to dance
But it's mine
In the heart of the Baltic where city sirens hum
I close the door and it's gone
Peace don't need square footage
It just needs permission
And Dami
She gives me that
Slippers drag on laminate floor
No rush no race no war
Ain't lazy this is art
Every king needs a day apart