Bright Skies Lyrics

Bright Skies - Show Dem Camp

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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