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letra de hong kong bars, pt. 2 - skibs

[verse]
uh, man, i can feel it comin’
i said that i can feel it comin’
rememberin’ them days where i was just a youngin’
skippin’ class, smoke a spliff and rap
all we do is live and laugh
see i was comin’ up with nothin’ but the heart
my pops told me “knuckle up and do just what you want”
so all the money that i own is in my wallet right now
but, maybe that’s why what they call it right now
it’s so refreshin’ to see this kid build a fanbase
a real smile in the city with fake handshakes
still go to moms every sunday for some pancakes
kiss her on the cheek and say “look at this man you’ve made out”
[?], i’m finally on my feet
just a young kid straight livin’ out his dream
opportunities i squeeze help the city with ease
then i hit my apartmеnt and play the beat, f-ck it i reef
but, for real, it’s been a crazy f-ckin’ summеr
my days were feelin’ numb, but so i sit at home and wonder
am i goin’ under or am i goin’ up?
tryna make a livin’ while i’m still growin’ up
okay, young kid on my motherf-cking business
sh-t, rippin’ spliffs while i’m livin’ this
and it’s still the same sh-t i gotta deal with
hours in the studio workin’ with my homie tryna find the right route to go
notebook to notebook, from rappin’ with no hook
to singin’ my heart out to compliment my bars now, uh
ayy, man, i’m ’bout to drop a lot of music
yeah, i said i’m ’bout to drop a lot of music
see, i was gettin’ started, askin’ “can i get some answers please?”
so i hotbox my apartment
neighbours yellin’ at my ass in cantonese
got an ashtray full of roaches on my night stand
pen in my left, doobie in my right hand
homie’s out in college, i hope you doin’ a’ight, fam
when you come back and visit, you gon’ be like “d-mn”
adjust my mic stance, turn up my vocals
throw on this beat that i took my time and wrote to
speak out my honest thoughts and what i go through
my homie mr. wild ’bout to make this sh-t so smooth, oh
somethin’ you could smoke to
white kid, but i’m livin’ with the locals
yeah, ayy, b-tch, i started off global
hear my story through my music, y’all can listen if you choose, it’s
“skibs”

- skibs

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