Visions
(Du vet vem det är)
(Hah, Check this)
I'm sitting in my balcony, but I don't see no sea
All I can see are bricks and glass in front of me
I'm sitting with my boy as well, a new MC
We sitting puffin on some fresh cali orange trees
And I can tell you I don't have a degree
And I like to live high as a rocketeer
I'm balanced and next to be a nominee
You'll see me someday showing up on MTV
(To show you, to show you how I'm living in hyperbole)
(Yeah Yeah)
(To show you, to show you how I'm living in hyperbole)
(Dice)
Colombian flow en el Boom Bap beat
A bit of Swedish in the corner
Come and take a seat
I may show you first class and respect
No joke I address the fact that I don't like to mess around
And If I work, I work hard
And if I rhyme I do it hoping I'll get me far
Because these bricks and glass roofs man
I want to enjoy from my different penthouse views
I want to be able to understand
When it comes down to it
Be able to help a friend
All these bars are telling something
Telling how I'll get better
How I work for the things that matter
To me, I want to spin the platter
So I can tell you all the things that I want to achieve, complete
Because I've been writing kinda discrete
Since I've been 15
On some dope sheets, that you can vibe with
Quite peacefully and hopefully to be your next swing man
So open up to the flava and don't fuck with my brain
Look into my eyes, don't get lost on the way
(IT'S THE MAGIC OF RISKING
EVERYTHING FOR A DREAM THAT NOBODY
SEES, BUT YOU)
You thought it was over but I took the mic and the pen
Connected to my Zen
With no need to pretend
Night was young but I was out of air
Because I was practicing my rhymes
That's how I like to create
Provide an expression of faith
So you can relate to the lines my brother
Yo cuento todo o no cuento nada
Y para que sepas
La musica va en mi familia amada
The point, the beat, the movement
The heat, the mix, It all sounds sweet to my ears
Im telling you this is the life that I need
No longer a dream
Hiphop kärlek from inuti
The hype, the streets, the money, the kicks
The vibe, graffiti, the lights
Can you believe, You believe, all of this
The hype, the streets, the money, the kicks
The vibe, graffiti, the lights
Can you believe, can you believe, that all of this
You'll see by living in hyperbole
(Hah, Check this)
I'm sitting in my balcony, but I don't see no sea
All I can see are bricks and glass in front of me
I'm sitting with my boy as well, a new MC
We sitting puffin on some fresh cali orange trees
And I can tell you I don't have a degree
And I like to live high as a rocketeer
I'm balanced and next to be a nominee
You'll see me someday showing up on MTV
(To show you, to show you how I'm living in hyperbole)
(Yeah Yeah)
(To show you, to show you how I'm living in hyperbole)
(Dice)
Colombian flow en el Boom Bap beat
A bit of Swedish in the corner
Come and take a seat
I may show you first class and respect
No joke I address the fact that I don't like to mess around
And If I work, I work hard
And if I rhyme I do it hoping I'll get me far
Because these bricks and glass roofs man
I want to enjoy from my different penthouse views
I want to be able to understand
When it comes down to it
Be able to help a friend
All these bars are telling something
Telling how I'll get better
How I work for the things that matter
To me, I want to spin the platter
So I can tell you all the things that I want to achieve, complete
Because I've been writing kinda discrete
Since I've been 15
On some dope sheets, that you can vibe with
Quite peacefully and hopefully to be your next swing man
So open up to the flava and don't fuck with my brain
Look into my eyes, don't get lost on the way
(IT'S THE MAGIC OF RISKING
EVERYTHING FOR A DREAM THAT NOBODY
SEES, BUT YOU)
You thought it was over but I took the mic and the pen
Connected to my Zen
With no need to pretend
Night was young but I was out of air
Because I was practicing my rhymes
That's how I like to create
Provide an expression of faith
So you can relate to the lines my brother
Yo cuento todo o no cuento nada
Y para que sepas
La musica va en mi familia amada
The point, the beat, the movement
The heat, the mix, It all sounds sweet to my ears
Im telling you this is the life that I need
No longer a dream
Hiphop kärlek from inuti
The hype, the streets, the money, the kicks
The vibe, graffiti, the lights
Can you believe, You believe, all of this
The hype, the streets, the money, the kicks
The vibe, graffiti, the lights
Can you believe, can you believe, that all of this
You'll see by living in hyperbole
Credits
Writer(s): Alejandra Rivera
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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