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letra de civic freestyle - cappo artist

{intro}
yeah…civic

{verse}
i’m walking down the alleys cruising in the backstreets
i hear the sound of old-school music rap beats
the civic corners smell like doughies and some bad weed
it’s getting late, i don’t care i’ll make this track meet
i look at red and yellow signs at the road works
i hear the stoners in the park, i hear “their cones burnt”
i see the lads acting tough i see they won’t learn
i’m in my deep mind, i’m in my own world
travelling the city, i see the city lights
i see the drunk girls and the d-ckheads it’s a silly night
put my fingers up walking past the iga
that’s the place where the coppers said to “stay away”
i get on the bus and catch the bus to woden
i love that place but my friends say it’s “f-cking bogan”
i always argue when i tell them “they don’t know ’em”
i’m not making rap now, i’m making poems
i get to south side and i tag off with my myway
i cross off to the flats right next to the highway
i go to flat 15, i knock on the door to get on
i’m walking to the bird nest while i rap my best song
a warning goes out to all the lucky people who judge me
this a story of my past i know it’s touching
i’m cleaning up yep, back then my love was nothing
get out the house everyday and start puffing
back to the story, i’m seshing with my mates
it’s half past eight, chopping buds up like a dinner steak
goon bags, noon came the very next day
sleeping in the bush, i wake up and take a blaze
i go to eddo’s cause the cops are ’round
people getting drunk at 3, empty bottles on the ground
hear the public yelling “these kids f-cking up this town”
i sit down in a circle, bong is going ’round and ’round

{outro}
yeah…we out

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