My Weed Store

Lyrics

[Intro - warped VHS static, eerie synth pads, chopped female whispers, distant cash register clicks]
Step inside the glow, let the night unfold
Neon on the glass and the air feel cold
Smoke in the vents like a ghost with a grin
Welcome to the place where the haze lets you in

[Verse 1 - low-end 808s, glitchy synth stabs, sinister vaperwave female vocals, tight trap hats]
My weed store got the windows blacked out
Back room humming like a fever dream house
Bud in the jar with the frost on the crown
Every little label got a story spun out
Moonlight drip on the counter, slow motion
Incense in the corner mixing with the potion
I can hear the bass from the floorboards thump
And the whole damn room got a sweet dark hum

Come through quiet, don’t make a scene
We got purple, we got green, we got in-between
Sticky little legends in a vacuum seal
One hit, one blink, and the world turn real
I keep the lights low, keep the vibe surreal
Smoke ring halos with a broken appeal
Cash in the tray and the screen flicker blue
Everybody here got a secret or two

[Pre-Chorus - tension rising, layered female harmonies, reversed synth swells, filtered drums]
Lean in close, let the shadows talk
Hear the static sing when you walk, when you walk
Under the buzz, there’s a pulse in the wall
And the night keeps calling, calling us all

[Chorus - heavy bass, wide glitch synths, haunting stacked female vocals, hypnotic hook]
My weed store, where the midnight breathes
Glass jar dreams and the velvet trees
My weed store, where the dark feels sweet
Come get lost in the smoke and the neon heat
My weed store, with the sirens far
With the pretty little poison behind the jar
My weed store, let your mind unwind
Step into the haze, leave the world behind

[Verse 2 - darker beat switch, wobbling bass, VHS pitch-warp, airy but sinister female lead]
Got a little buzz when the doorbell chimes
Like a code in the dark and a break in time
Security light flicker, the ceiling bend
And the walls start breathing when you walk back in
I seen the regulars with their red-lit eyes
Talking to the ash like it gives replies
Old heads nodding, young ones lost
Everybody paying whatever it costs

I got strains named like a warning sign
Blackout Bloom and the Devil’s Vine
Lemon haze with a razor edge
Cherry smoke and a midnight pledge
Put it on the scale, hear the digital cry
Numbers dance while the minutes slide
And the whole place shimmer like a haunted screen
Selling little peace in a nicotine dream

[Pre-Chorus - build with filtered drums, vocal chops, rising synth arpeggios]
Lean in close, let the shadows talk
Hear the static sing when you walk, when you walk
Under the buzz, there’s a pulse in the wall
And the night keeps calling, calling us all

[Chorus - fuller, louder, distorted harmonies, massive low end, swirling pads]
My weed store, where the midnight breathes
Glass jar dreams and the velvet trees
My weed store, where the dark feels sweet
Come get lost in the smoke and the neon heat
My weed store, with the sirens far
With the pretty little poison behind the jar
My weed store, let your mind unwind
Step into the haze, leave the world behind

[Bridge - stripped-back beat, ghostly piano, reverb-soaked female vocals, distant glitch pops]
If the world gets loud, I can make it fade
In a room full of smoke, all the fear decays
Just a little green light in the dead of night
Just a soft little spell in a hard life
And I know, I know, it’s a fragile thing
But the haze can hold what the heartbreak brings
So breathe it in, let the static stay
Till the morning breaks and it slips away

[Final Chorus - explosive, layered female vocals, harsher synth distortion, heavy drums, ad-libs]
My weed store, where the midnight breathes
Glass jar dreams and the velvet trees
My weed store, where the dark feels sweet
Come get lost in the smoke and the neon heat
My weed store, with the sirens far
With the pretty little poison behind the jar
My weed store, let your mind unwind
Step into the haze, leave the world behind

[Outro - fading drone, tape hiss, chopped whisper hooks, distant laughing echo]
Neon dies, but the scent remains
Little green ghosts in the window