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Flow State (feat. Chaps)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Flow State (feat. Chaps) was released on June 27, 2025 by Four Finger Distro as a part of the album Root Sellers
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Release DateJune 27, 2025
LabelFour Finger Distro
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chadio
Chadio
Performer
The Gumshoe Strut
The Gumshoe Strut
Performer
Chad Bryan Pasquale Washburn
Chad Bryan Pasquale Washburn
Rap
Mark Charmbury
Mark Charmbury
DJ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Groce
Robert Groce
Composer
Chad Bryan Pasquale Washburn
Chad Bryan Pasquale Washburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Groce
Robert Groce
Producer

Lyrics

Waking up, waking up
Rise and shine
Early bird
Time to get that worm
Yo
It ain’t embarrassing ‘cuz in comparison consumption’s mini
Since I cut back on the blunts and then I started smoking skinnies
Ain’t that much a difference ‘cuz I feel the weed up in me still
And if I didn’t quit, it’d be the habit that’d get me killed
So still might fuck around, man, even though that I know better
Because some part of me thinks that I’ll live forever
Don’t know what’s more unhealthy, lying to my selfie
Know the moves to move away, ain’t trying to find no one to help me
Still feel like life is a flow state, on tracks I’m trying to go ape
No piece of pie, want the whole cake and blow my smoke in an O shape
Try to make the most of each day, figure might as well
I guess that time will tell, the clock is sliced, divided twelve
Still it’s not surprising that the futures in our eyes
Mine includes some yearly CT scans and MRIs
While you keep making boring stuff next year, I’ll do some touring
Get back to shit that’s important, this year I’ll kick the doors in
Hey
Built to be devastating, shit, on tracks I’m levitating
Couple years it gets delayed but now I’m back to wrecking stages
Had to move away, taking care of my mental state
Constantly teaching myself ’til I’m reaching Heaven’s Gate
Folks in my city hella fake though full of friendly faces
Felt that I had to get away and now it’s better days
Ever since second grade, possessions in a pencil case
Only escalate to special places
Long as I come correct
And know that I’m never coming with nothing less
Hundreds get served on the daily, baby, your number’s next
Just give me some respect, I told you none can test
Especially when ya coming with a stylee that’s been done to death
So fuck your face, homie, I’m punching necks
Put any money up and what you’re left with is a bunch of debt
Another story of a kid who wanted next
Think they serving me, ain’t look who they up against, they too dumb to check
Written by: Chad Bryan Pasquale Washburn, Robert Groce
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