Bowl Brothers Lost In Paradise

(Intro)
(Beat drops: heavy, smooth 808s layered over atmospheric synth pads and crisp hi-hats)
(Yeah… Vegas heat hits different, man.)
(Bowl Brothers in the building.)
(Ronestar… Spacecruiser… let’s take 'em on a tour.)
(Verse 1 - Ronestar & Spacecruiser)
Pull up to Planet 13, valet already knows the whip
Step through the doors, high roller status, take a sip
Ronestar on the left, Spacecruiser on the right
Top-tier clientele, we run the city every night
Every shorty in the lobby turning around to glance
Even shorties on another man’s arm taking a chance
Eye contact locked, they whisper, "Who are those two?"
Budtenders see us walking up and skip the whole queue.
"Welcome back, Brothers," the bad blonde says with a smile
Brings out the secret stash reserved for luxury style
Hands over freebies, whole jars of Live Rosin hash
Discounts on discounts, we don't even dent the cash
Recommend the cleanest strains: Jealousy, Zaza, White Runtz
Gary Payton, Pink Acai, rolling up heavy blunts
Super exotic, cold-cured hash melt, pure water wash
Smoking on that Granddaddy, feeling like a boss.
(Chorus - Female Vocalist)
(Airy, lush, ethereal melodic vocals)
Walk in the room, it's a known affair
Top-shelf terps, they got 'em just for us to share
Hot girl budtenders passin' Live Rosin
In this neon paradise, we're lost in
Sweltering heat, but the Strip is gleaming
High in the haze, feels like we're dreaming
Yeah, we're lost in this neon paradise...
(Lost in this neon paradise...)
(Verse 2 - Ronestar & Spacecruiser)
Now we back in the cruiser, top down, feeling the breeze
Cruising down the crowded Strip, sweltering nineties degrees
Streetlights flickering, neon lights burning through the dark
Leaving a cloud of gas everywhere we park
Gliding past the Bellagio fountains, haze in the air
Sexy ladies on the sidewalks stopping just to stare
Glances from the cab windows, smiles from the crowd
Engine humming smooth, bass rattling loud.
Spacecruiser sparking up that Gelato forty-one
Mix it with the Bubble Hash, work is already done
Vegas night glowing like a dream in full detail
Living like legends on a top-shelf trail
Every bad chick looking, waving, trying to get a ride
Lost in a neon haze, floating side-by-side
Bowl Brothers legacy, top tier forever
Nobody does Vegas quite like this, never.
(Chorus - Female Vocalist)
(Airy, lush, ethereal melodic vocals)
Walk in the room, it's a known affair
Top-shelf terps, they got 'em just for us to share
Hot girl budtenders passin' Live Rosin
In this neon paradise, we're lost in
Sweltering heat, but the Strip is gleaming
High in the haze, feels like we're dreaming
Yeah, we're lost in this neon paradise...
(Lost in this neon paradise...)
(Outro - Ronestar & Spacecruiser w/ Female Ad-libs)
(Spacecruiser, pass that lighter man...)
(Vegas belongs to the Bowl Brothers.)
(Ronestar, Spacecruiser... out.)
(Dreamy synth fades out with a slow 808 echo)