Show Dem Camp - Bright Skies lyrics
[Show Dem Camp - Bright Skies lyrics]
How come every time it feels new to me
It’s hard to define what this used to be
Can’t put a price on what i’ll do for free
Can't put a price when it’s you and me
They say that’s life omo true indeed
Approach it like my last so it’s cool to see
We bang out do it for those who believe
Might be my Last dance so I shoot the three
I’ve been on own tip bumping all my own shit
Keep my circle close knit
People too day code switch
Some just want to blow quick
Others want to roll spliff
Praises to the Most high
Catch me on grown shit
This life is a just a process x
Waking up in cold sweats
Dealing with my own stress
Find it hard to Flow sef
Questions to the most high
Like what you trying to show TEC
At times he got me feeling like
He doesn’t want to Know sef
But I’m so blessed
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies
The other day at the barbershop
They were debating rap gods
Then I walk in the spot like what’s the level
Some guy said man speak of the devil
I told ‘em no I’m a vessel
My of book rhymes just embody a temple
That’s truly blessed
A gentleman still I keep it Fela Kuti-esque
Beats make me feel broody
When it’s too intense
I birth a verse that lives eternal
Then use my pen as epidural
Just so I don’t have to lose a sweat
They say my grey beard is due to stress
From the weight of making thoughts connect
Like the chain bridge in Budapest
That’s a chess gambit with all due respect
I don’t have the time to
Walk you through the steps
If life teaches lessons i’m a tutor’s pet
That’s probably why the pen game is UNICEF
Food for thought from the
Lazy youth you neglect
The most high gets me through the stress
I’m so blessed
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies
It’s hard to define what this used to be
Can’t put a price on what i’ll do for free
Can't put a price when it’s you and me
They say that’s life omo true indeed
Approach it like my last so it’s cool to see
We bang out do it for those who believe
Might be my Last dance so I shoot the three
I’ve been on own tip bumping all my own shit
Keep my circle close knit
People too day code switch
Some just want to blow quick
Others want to roll spliff
Praises to the Most high
Catch me on grown shit
This life is a just a process x
Waking up in cold sweats
Dealing with my own stress
Find it hard to Flow sef
Questions to the most high
Like what you trying to show TEC
At times he got me feeling like
He doesn’t want to Know sef
But I’m so blessed
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies
The other day at the barbershop
They were debating rap gods
Then I walk in the spot like what’s the level
Some guy said man speak of the devil
I told ‘em no I’m a vessel
My of book rhymes just embody a temple
That’s truly blessed
A gentleman still I keep it Fela Kuti-esque
Beats make me feel broody
When it’s too intense
I birth a verse that lives eternal
Then use my pen as epidural
Just so I don’t have to lose a sweat
They say my grey beard is due to stress
From the weight of making thoughts connect
Like the chain bridge in Budapest
That’s a chess gambit with all due respect
I don’t have the time to
Walk you through the steps
If life teaches lessons i’m a tutor’s pet
That’s probably why the pen game is UNICEF
Food for thought from the
Lazy youth you neglect
The most high gets me through the stress
I’m so blessed
Sending love from the most high
With open arms to the bright skies