Letras
Yeah
Shout out Chowzen
Let's put in work
I met this thing before I was one years old
And I what I love most it had so much soul
Mama would play it on the B line, way before my time
Now I got my shine told her no surprise
Growing up, her and pops had a falling out
Guess I was numb to it, subconsciously pushed out
Reggae was round the crib, backdrop for a Brooklyn kid
Songs had me infatuated heavy they really did
And to be honest that topic stings like a beehive
The melody and concepts I got lost behind
Even when I tried to bring it back across the tide
Even when my grandma would whoop on my behind
I tugged like accordion concepts real Freudian
Mix the black and white life's grey like Dorian
Don't know much about appeal I need an audience
So now I'm stuck here writing till like 4 a.m.
Tell me, what you listening to?
I got a song that'll lighten up the mood
So how bout' you?
I'm dipping in my genre pool
I got a playlist that'll make you want to groove
Whether streams or physicals don't care what I'm choosing
Life's not a race try not to run through it
Yo and I swear I might loose it
If I ain't never had my music
I style fresh
My Grandfather would show his record collection
Upon further inspection, manifested a reflection
Of how he truly see, and how it truly be
For this direction I have to thank him hugely
So what's your story exactly? Hate when earbuds get waxy
Are You listening on the subway or a taxi
Oh. Bet on your commute you got the juice
Or homie saying that aux "you need to pass me"
Me gusta reggaeton! I love my Spanish hits
I love trap but can we pull back on sedatives?
I get it but there's a better way to talk about it
With all this music out we'll find way up out it
I by passed the middle man, to solve the riddle
Cant stop the rhythm we just breaking the system